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!
Credit
From Lyrics of Joy (Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1904) by Frank Dempster Sherman. This poem is in the public domain.
Date Published
01/01/1904