God, though this life is but a wraith, Although we know not what we use, Although we grope with little faith, Give me the heart to fight -- and lose. Ever insurgent let me be, Make me more daring than devout; From sleek contentment keep me free, And fill me with a buoyant doubt. Open my eyes to visions girt With beauty, and with wonder lit -- But always let me see the dirt, And all that spawn and die in it. Open my ears to music; let Me thrill with Spring's first flutes and drums -- But never let me dare forget The bitter ballads of the slums. From compromise and things half done, Keep me with stern and stubborn pride; And when at last the fight is won, God, keep me still unsatisfied.
- by Louis Untermeyer (1885 - 1977), "Prayer", appears in Challenge, first published 1914 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Maurice Baron (1889 - 1964), "Prayer", published 1934. [medium voice and piano] [text not verified]
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