Evening Prayer

I shall burn frankincense for thee

And on that shaft of fragrance rise

My prayers of mediocrity.

For nothing do I know, my eyes

To all thy wondrous gifts are blind

And hardly can my spirit view

Among the drifting clouds of mind

Above, thy golden retinue.

Yet shall I pray to purify

The wayward thought, the act impure,

My soul to lift, my feet to try

The sunlit path and sin abjure,

Renew my contract with the light

And at thy feet would dwell tonight.