Prayer

Lyrics
God, though this life is but a wraith, Although we know not what we use, Although 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 always let me see the dirt, And all that spawn and die in it. Open my ears to music; let Me thrill with Spring's first flutes and drums — But never let mе dare forget The bittеr 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 still unsatisfied.
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Credits
- Writers
- Louis Untermeyer