Henry David Thoreau



                   Prayer


                   Great God, I ask for no meaner pelf 
                   Than that I may not disappoint myself, 
                   That in my action I may soar as high 
                   As I can now discern with this clear eye. 
                   And next in value, which thy kindness lends, 
                   That I may greatly disappoint my friends, 
                   Howe'er they think or hope that it may be, 
                   They may not dream how thou'st distinguished me. 
                   That my weak hand may equal my firm faith 
                   And my life practice what my tongue saith 
                   That my low conduct may not show 
                   Nor my relenting lines 
                   That I thy purpose did not know 
                   Or overrated thy designs.


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