 | "Dear Lord, who made the face of me not all that I would have it be,
not really homely, only plain, but strong and patient in the main. Yet
one, a man apart, who found me fair and gave his heart. Now Lord, that I
have grown more sage ... into middle age. I only ask, as face grows lines
of countenance, it be described as kind; that wrinkles by my eyes will
show a little humor as I go; that I may view my humble scene with glance
of one content, serene, through grateful, shining eyes that see the
blessings you have given me." | |
