Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Prayer

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PRAYER
O thou elementalRain, sun, and body of the quick warm earth:Hear these words from the cells of thy blood,Multitudinous, various!
Let the waters at the dim roots of the grass be sweet,And the milk be abundant in the breasts of time—Yet a little while, till the pearl-gray banners of smokeBe dissolved, and the flowing of rivulets be but a distant murmurIn the shout and the far white splendor of thy coming. ​Let thy kindness be as a wide white blanket covering allThe brave inglorious futile race of menWho lift tired eyes ever to sad starsMore desolateThan the wind-harrowed wastes of ocean,Whence comes no answer.And after our futile striving, give usPeace.Clifford Franklin GesslerPoetry, A Magazine of Verse

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