Prayer II.

My prayer for the Tsars,

These traffickers in blood,

That Thou on them would’st put

Fetters of iron, in dungeons deep.

My prayer for the peoples

toiling long,

Do Thou to them

on their ravaged lands,

Send down Thy strength

most merciful One.

And for the pure in heart

Grant angel guards beside them,

To keep them pure.

And for myself, Oh Lord,

I ask nought else

But truth on earth to love,

And one true friend

to love me.