A Prayer Perfect

A PRAYER PERFECT
James Whitcomb Riley’s
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Dear Lord, kind Lord,
Gracious Lord, I pray
Thou wilt look on all I love
Tenderly to-day!
Weed their hearts of weariness,
Scatter every care
Down a wake of angel-wings
Winnowing the air

Bring unto the sorrowing
All release from pain,
Let the lips of laughter
Overflow again
And with all the needy
Oh, divide, I pray,
This vast treasure of content
That is mine to-day!