VERSES

Evening Star, Issue 21748, 16 June 1934, Page 21

VERSES

LAST PRAYER If I could breathe but one last prayer I would not ask for fame. The seed of greatness dwells no more Within an idle name. If I could breathe but one last prayer I would pot itsk for faith, For faith ofttimes goes flitting by, A mournful, starry wraith. If I could breathe but ope last prayer I would not ask for love. ■Love came to earth, but in despair. He winged his way above. If I could breathe but one last prayer, • What would its burden be? So many men are blind with fame, So many cannot see. That faith is still a trumpeter, Who sounds no weak retreat, [ While still with her loose-flowing bail’ Love tends the broken feet. If I could breathe but one last prayer, “Courage!” I'd cry, and let My soul’s wild plea go ringing through The groves of Olivet. - —*W. W. Bridgman . (Dunedin). I SHALL WALK TO-DAY I shall walk to-day upon a high green hill, 1 shall forget the walls and the roofs of the town; This burden strapped to my back shall be unloosed, And I shall leave it there when I come down. Warm is the hill upon which I shall walk to-day; Gold is the sun upon the closecropped grass, And something of the peace of grazing sheep Shall permeate my being as I pass. Something of the look within their eyes, Of upland pastures, and of clean wind blown— The tranquil, trusting look of those who know A shepherd watches, I shall make my own. And I shall gather the little wind ; flowers there, And press their sweetness upon my heart to stay, Then I shall go back to the walls and the roofs of the town, Stronger than I have been for many a day. —Grace Crowell, in ‘ Scribners.’