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Robert W. Service

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.

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