A Prayer

It is my joy in life to find
   At every turning of the road,
The strong arm of a comrade kind
   To help me onward with my load.

And since I have no gold to give,
   And love alone must make amends,
My only prayer is, while I live, —
   God make me worthy of my friends!

From Lyrics of Joy (Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1904) by Frank Dempster Sherman. This poem is in the public domain.