Dear Lord! Kind Lord!
Gracious Lord, I pray
Thou wilt look on all I love
Tenderly today!
Weed their hearts of weariness
Scatter every care
Down a wake of angel-wings
Winnowing the air.

Bring unto the sorrowing
All release from pain;
Let the lips of laughter
Overflow again;
And with all the needy
O divide, I pray
This vast measure of content
That is mine today!

                    --James Whitcomb Riley

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