4385910Poems — "Blessed Dreams"Elizabeth Chase Allen
"BLESSED DREAMS."
HE sunset's smile had left the sky, The moon rose calm and fair, As low a little maiden knelt To breathe her nightly prayer;—And thus her brief petition rose, In simple words and few: "Dear Lord, please send us blessed dreams, And let them all come true!"
O, I have stood in temples grand, Where in the rainbowed gloom Rose pompous prayers from priestly lips, Through clouds of dense perfume But never one has seemed to me So guileless, pure, and new,—"Dear Lord, please send us blessed dreams, And let them all come true!"
Ah, little maiden, kneeling there, Beneath the sunset skies,What need have we of other prayer Than yours, so sweet and wise?Henceforth I breathe no studied plea, But bow and pray with you,—"Dear Lord, please send us blessed dreams, And let them all come true!"
HE sunset's smile had left the sky, The moon rose calm and fair, As low a little maiden knelt To breathe her nightly prayer;—And thus her brief petition rose, In simple words and few: "Dear Lord, please send us blessed dreams, And let them all come true!" 
HE sunset's smile had left the sky, The moon rose calm and fair, As low a little maiden knelt To breathe her nightly prayer;—And thus her brief petition rose, In simple words and few: "Dear Lord, please send us blessed dreams, And let them all come true!" 