Poems (Kimball)/The Unspoken Prayer
THE UNSPOKEN PRAYER.
IPONDERED how to shape my prayer;I chose the words with pious care, Lest with my lips I should betray The wish my heart would hide away.
The thing I craved I dared not ask; Yet, like a face behind a mask, That wish looked up through every word,—And it was answered, though unheard!