MOST prayers of my childhood days From memory have fled, No prayer at meals, at rising, Nor when I go to bed. But one I hold in high esteem, And looms in large proportion; My stay it is in happy hours, And staff in my misfortune. And would you know this pray'r of mine, Mosaic interwoven? It is the ancient formula @3Boree Peri Hagofen@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DEJECTION by GRACE E. ALBRIGHT SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |