Alan Sullivan

(29 November 1868 - 6 August 1947 / Montreal)

Suppliant - Poem by Alan Sullivan

Grant me, dear Lord, the alchemy of toil,
Clean days of labour, dreamless nights of rest,
And that which shall my weariness assoil
The sanctuary of one beloved breast:

Laughter of children, hope and thankful tears,
Knowledge to yield, with valour to defend,
A faith immutable, and stedfast years
That move unvexed to their mysterious end.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2012



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