A Prayer

That peace which passeth understanding;
That peace which clings an unopened lily;
That peace which hangeth like a garment
About a mountain peak;
That peace which slippeth between the morning
And the night like a phantom thing;
That peace which is the quietude, the communion,
The infinite power of rest;
That peace which hovers about an infant's eyes,
Encompass me!
For I am weary, and my soul crieth out.
Let Thine encircling arms enfold me.
Let me rest my head upon Thy bosom,
And learn from Thy mute lips, contriteness,
And silence before oppression.