Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,

for the love that unites us,for the peace accorded us this day,for the hope with which we expect the morrow,for the health, the work, the food,and the bright skies that make our lives delightful;for our friends in all parts of the earth.Amen

And under various whimsical pretextsEndowed another with your damned defects,Could you have dreamed in your despondent veinThat the kind God would make your path so plain?Non nobis, domine! O, may He stillSupport my stumbling footsteps on the hill!

Along Janiculum lies the chosen blockWhere the cool grottos trench the hanging rock.The moderate summit, something plain and bare,Tastes overhead of a serener air;And while the clouds besiege the vales below,Keeps the clear heaven and doth with sunshine glow.To the June stars that circle in the skiesThe dainty roofs of that tall villa rise.Hence do…

Your whole long, gusty lifetime through,Be gone a while before,Be now a moment gone before,Yet, doubt not, soon the seasons shall restoreYour friend to you.He has but turned the corner — stillHe pushes on with right good will,Through mire and marsh, by heugh and hill,That self-same arduous way —That self-same upland, hopeful way,That you and…

With little children saying graceIn every Christian kind of place.

Has moved a something highIn my cold heart; and I,That do not often pray,Would pray to-night.And first on Thee I callFor bread, O God of might!Enough of bread for all, –That through the famished townCold hunger may lie downWith none to-night.I pray for hope no less,Strong-sinewed hope, O Lord,That to the struggling youngMay preach with…