Part 12 (1/1)

THE YOUNG MAN'S PRAYER.

One stood upon the threshold of his life; A life all bright with promise,--and he prayed, ”Father of Heaven! this beautious world of thine, Is trod in sorrow by my race.” The shade Of sin and grief darken the suns.h.i.+ne, Thou Around us with a lavish hand, hast spread.

Man only walks this breathing glowing earth, With spirit crushed,--with bowed and stricken head.

I ask not, Father, why these things be so, I only ask, that thou will make of me A messenger of joy, to lift the woe From hearts that mourn, and lead them up to Thee.

THE END.