Prayer of a Tired Child
by Abbie Farwell Brown

Our Father, hear a tirèd child
Who has forgot her prayer,
And cannot find the words of it,
Which wander ev’rywhere.

You used to carry in your arms
The lambkins dumb and white,
Who had grown weary of their play,
And stumbled in the night.

I also am your little lamb,
Who has no word to pray.
Dear Father, will you bear me too
Along the darkling way?