Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.
Louis Untermeyer18851977Prayer
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Although we know not what we use,
Although we grope with little faith,
Give me the heart to fight—and lose.
Make me more daring than devout;
From sleek contentment keep me free,
And fill me with a buoyant doubt.
With beauty, and with wonder lit—
But always let me see the dirt,
And all that spawn and die in it.
Me thrill with Spring’s first flutes and drums—
But never let me dare forget
The bitter ballads of the slums.
Keep me with stern and stubborn pride;
And when at last the fight is won,
God, keep me still unsatisfied.