It seemed I needed rest, refreshment, peace;
And so I prayed, "Dear Father, give me ..."
Wait! For as the words formed in my thought
There shone in consciousness, like sun through mist,
That long-awaited, tender, sweet release,
"Son, thou art ever with me; and all that I have is thine."
(How gently breathes that still small voice divine!)
Almost I wondered: Had there been a need
To pray, "Dear Father, give me ..."?
It was mine.
