Her Prayer

Iloftly pP through the open door, I can see tny loved one there ; ghe is kneeling down on the parlor floor In on attitude of prayer. Her back is turned, so her clasped hands And her face I cannot see; Tet I feel in my inmost heart that that prayar Is raised to heaven for me. As I draw naar with gentle step, i And head bowed, as her pose demauds, I see that she kneels by a register, And is merely warming her hands.