The harvest of my life ripens in the sun and the shower till I
reap more than you sowed, gladdening your heart, O Master of the
golden granary.



LXXIX

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless
in facing them.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to
conquer it.

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield but to my own
strength.

Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved but hope for the
patience to win my freedom.

Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my
success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my
failure.



LXXX

You did not know yourself when you dwelt alone, and there was no