“I pray the Lord”—I gently added,
“You can say it all, I know.”
“Pray the Lord”—the words came faintly,
Fainter still—“my soul to keep;”
When the tired head fairly nodded,
And the child was fast asleep.
But the dewy eyes half opened,
When I clasped her to my breast,
And the dear voice softly whispered,
“Mamma, God knows all the rest.”