Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)
A Little Prayer
Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things - The song of birds, the rapture of the rose; Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs, Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows; Bronze wheat a-shimmer, purple shade of trees - Let us be thankful, Lord of Life, for these! Let us be praiseful, Sire, for simple sights; - The blue smoke curling from a fire of peat; Keen stars a-frolicking on frosty nights, Prismatic pigeons strutting in a street; Daisies dew-diamonded in smiling sward - For simple sights let us be praiseful, Lord! Let us be grateful, God, for health serene, The hope to do a kindly deed each day; The faith of fellowship, a conscience clean, The will to worship and the gift to pray; For all of worth in us, of You a part, Let us be grateful, God, with humble heart.
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