(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

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A Little Prayer

Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things -
The song of birds, the rapture of the rose;
Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs,
Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows;
Bronze wheat a-shimmer, purple shade of trees -
Let us be thankful, Lord of Life, for these!

Let us be praiseful, Sire, for simple sights; -
The blue smoke curling from a fire of peat;
Keen stars a-frolicking on frosty nights,
Prismatic pigeons strutting in a street;
Daisies dew-diamonded in smiling sward -
For simple sights let us be praiseful, Lord!

Let us be grateful, God, for health serene,
The hope to do a kindly deed each day;
The faith of fellowship, a conscience clean,
The will to worship and the gift to pray;
For all of worth in us, of You a part,
Let us be grateful, God, with humble heart.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003


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  • Saikat Chakrabarti (10/15/2008 6:43:00 AM)

    The poem transports us to another land -one which is lost from the face of the earth forever much like the poet's own Dawson county to which he did not return for fear that it might have changed. As I write, the global economy is facing a meltdown & it becomes increasingly difficult to find things to be thankful for.

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