Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire That glows within the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. ANGRY WORDS. Angry words! O let them never From the tongue unbridled slip; May the heart's best impulse ever Check them, e'er they soil the lip. Love is much too pure and holy, Friendship is too sacred far, For a moment's reckless folly Thus to desolate and mar. Angry words are lightly spoken, Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred; Brightest links of life are broken By a single angry word. THE REQUEST. Father, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at Thy throne of grace Let this petition rise. Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of Thy grace impart, And make me live to Thee. Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine, My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. Transcriber's Note: Words in italics are surrounded by underscores, _like this_. End of Project Gutenberg's Devotional Poetry for the Children, by Various