My Prayer.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 26 June 1915, Page 3

My Prayer.

I ask Thee not, immortal God," For Midas' bright, enticing store, To tread my fellow-creatures down, And mock the sufferings of the poor. No! curse me not with gold or power, Give these to those Thou dost not love. Are sealed to them. Nor do I ask •From love of- life or fear of death To share Thy Immortality, * When I have spent this mortal breath If Thou' wouldst have me live >for aye, ■£ncl "rise with ages thro' the spheres Resign my spirit to the boon. And blind the gladness with the tears ißut this I pray—that here below, I may not falter in the fight, When waves mount high and cloude dark grow, Hope may not wander from my sight. With dauntless mien my wounds To bear, Whate'er 'befal to strive my !be'3t, My best to leave the world more fair— More true, more kind, more sweet, .more fair— And then with folded arms to Rest. —Joseph Gribble.