The 9unset's smile Had left the sky, The Moon rose calm and fair, As low a little raaiden knelt To breathe her uightly prayer. And thus her brief petiticm rose, In simple words and few : " Dear Lord, pleaae rand us bleaaed drenins, And let them all come true !" O, I have stood in temples grand, Wliere in the rainbowed gloom Rose pompous prayers from priestly lips, Through clouds of dense perfume, But never one has seemed to me Bo uileless, pure and new - " Dear Lord, please send us blessgd dreams, And let them all come true '." Ah. little maiden, kneeling tliere, Beneath the sunset skies, Wtiat need have we of other prayer Tlian yours, so sweet and wise : Henceforth I breatho 110 studied plea, But bow and pray with you - " Dear Lord, please send U8 blessed dreams, And let them all come true !"