The Prayer Of The Folks
Not with Fame's laurel wreath, nor with scepter of power,
Standing here at Thy altar, Thy blessing to coax,
Heart-hungry and humble, at this Yuletide hour,
Dear Lord, we are only just folks.
To the work of Thy hand, in the strength of our day
We are giving in blindness, our sturdiest strokes,
And, foolish, and erring, we build as we may
For Peace and Goodwill to the folks.
When the dawn of Eternity's Christmastide
On the broad lands of heaven Thy blessing invokes
Lord, pity us all in the earthways wide,
And gather in all of the folks.
__Margaret Hill McCarter.
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)