The Gatepost Vol. 8.6: Prayer

Part 1: "PRAYER
God, though this life is but a wraith.
Although we know not what we use, zUthough we grope with little faith, Give me the heart to fight—and lose.
Ever insurgent let me be,
Make me more daring than devout;
From sleek contentment keep me free, And fill me with a buoyant doubt.
Open my eyes to visions girt
With beauty, and with wonder lit— But let me always see the dirt, And al! that spawn and die in it.
Open my ears to music; let
Me thrill with Spring’s first flutes and drums— (Continued on page six, column three)"
Part 2: "PRAYER
(Continued from page one)
But never let me dare forget
The bitter ballads of the slums.
From compromise and things half done,
Keep me, with stern and stubborn pride;
And when, at last, the fight is won, God, keep me stilt unsatisfied.
—Louis Untermeyer."