Philip Henry Savage

1868-1899 / the United States

Prayer For Grace

THE eager frost through all the night
The oak and walnut leaves did bite.
To-day the sun, across the dell,
Shone on them warmly, and they fell.
Each leaf, the scarlet and the yellow,
Lay quietly beside his fellow.

Pray when the frost shall find in place
Me, I may fall with such a grace,
And come as quickly to my place.
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