Dear Lord of all,
Deny me not!

I pray not that
Men tremble at
My power of place
And lordly sway,--
I only pray for simple grace
To look my neighbor in the face
Full honestly from day to day--
Yield me his horny palm to hold,
And I'll not pray
For gold;--
The tanned face, garlanded with mirth,
It hath the kingliest smile on earth--
The swart brow, diamonded with sweat,
Hath never need of coronet.
And so I reach,
Dear Lord, to Thee,
And do beseech
Thou givest me
The wee cot, and the cricket's chirr,
Love, and the glad sweet face of her.

[Illustration: (IKE WALTON'S PRAYER--TAILPIECE)]




ILLILEO