Poems (Linn)/A Prayer

by Edith Willis Linn

For works with similar titles, see A Prayer.

A PRAYER.

IN every great heroic deed
 That lifts the human race;
In smallest, dear self-sacrifice,
 I see Thy tender face.

I cannot see Thee yet, O God!
 In squalor, and in crime;
I long to reach that upward way
 Whence all things seem sublime,

Help me, Thy struggling child, to see
 The mighty in the small;
Through evil as through righteousness,
 To name Thee God of all.