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Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.

88. Our Prayer of Thanks

FOR the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river,

Our prayer of thanks.

For the laughter of children who tumble barefooted and bareheaded in the summer grass,

Our prayer of thanks.

For the sunset and the stars, the women and the white arms that hold us,

Our prayer of thanks.

God,

If you are deaf and blind, if this is all lost to you,

God, if the dead in their coffins amid the silver handles on the edge of town, or the reckless dead of war days thrown unknown in pits, if these dead are forever deaf and blind and lost,

Our prayer of thanks.

God,

The game is all your way, the secrets and the signals and the system; and so for the break of the game and the first play and the last.

Our prayer of thanks.