A Litany of Every Day

[Space Cowboy]

Not usually a big fan of poetry, Still, an article from the December 1939 issue, about Sharlott Hall, one of her poems.

A Litany for Every Day

Not that there be less to bear,
Not that there be more to share;
But for braver heart for bearing,
But for freer heart for sharing,
Here I pray.

Not for scenes of richer beauty,
Not for paths of lighter duty;
But for clearer eyes for seeing,
Gentler hands, more patient being,
Every day.

Not that joy and peace enfold me,
Not that wealth and pleasure hold me;
But that I may dry a tear,
Speak a word of strength and cheer
On the way.

Not that I may sit apart,
Housed from hurt or fling and smart;
But that in the press and throng
I may keep a courage strong
Here I pray.

Not that at set of sun
Measure deeds of greatness done;
But that when my feet shall pass
To my low tent in the grass,
One may say:

"Speed thee well, O friend, who gave
Freely all thy heart did crave;
Love and truth and tenderness,
Faith and trust and kindliness,
In thy day."