“HEAVENLY CROWN” RICH
Elias Rich would kneel at night by the wooden
kitchen chair,
He would clutch the rungs and bow his head
and pray his bed-time prayer.
And his prayer was ever the same old plea,
repeated for two-score years:
“Oh, Lord Most High, please hear my cry
from this vale of sin and tears.
I hain’t no ’count and I hain’t done much that’s