The great God smiles, and reaches down
To take his children’s love.
THE UNFINISHED PRAYER.
This beautiful poem is admirably adapted for a church entertainment when spoken by a little girl.
“Now I lay”—say it, darling;
“Lay me,” lisped the tiny lips
Of my daughter, kneeling, bending
O’er her folded finger tips.
“Down to sleep”—“to sleep,” she murmured
And the curly head dropped low;