The Prayer

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Vor. IV
     oetr No. VI
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    À Magazine of Verse

          SEPTEMBER, 1914

             MONOLITHS

               THE PRAYER

 Wass SH HAVE cried aloud, but truly,
 N er cd There are no Gods in the lowlands:
  (5 RS 1 will go to the high hills
 1 ey I To seek my God.

 I yearn forhim . . . .

 I am eager
 As the hawk for the high sun!
 For I have cried to Him loudly, and the silence
 Was like the cloak of a black dream.

 Let them come quickly,
 And awake me
 With singing, lest I dream no more.