MORNING PRAYERLet me to-day do something that shall takeA little sadness from the world’s vast store,And may I be so favoured as to makeOf joy’s too scanty sum a little moreLet me not hurt, by any selfish deedOr thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend;Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need,Or sin by silence when I should defend.However meagre be my worldly wealth,Let me give something that shall aid my kind—A word of courage, or a thought of health,Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find.Let me to-night look back across the span’Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say—Because of some good act to beast or man—“The world is better that I lived to-day.”
Let me to-day do something that shall takeA little sadness from the world’s vast store,And may I be so favoured as to makeOf joy’s too scanty sum a little moreLet me not hurt, by any selfish deedOr thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend;Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need,Or sin by silence when I should defend.However meagre be my worldly wealth,Let me give something that shall aid my kind—A word of courage, or a thought of health,Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find.Let me to-night look back across the span’Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say—Because of some good act to beast or man—“The world is better that I lived to-day.”