The Prayer

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.