Hope, he called, belief In God,--work, worship . . . therefore let us pray!

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in 't.

Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it

Just my vengeance complete, The man sprang to his feet, Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed! So, I was afraid!

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.