Treasure Island

Alan Sullivan

(29 November 1868 - 6 August 1947 / Montreal)

Suppliant


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.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2012

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