To Him Who tames the moonstruck tide twice a day round Ocean——
Let His Names be magnified in all poor folks’ devotion!
Powers and Gifts.
Not for Prophecies or Powers, Visions, Gifts, or Graces,
But the unregardful hours that grind us in our places
With the burden on our backs, the weather in our faces.
Toils.
Not for any Miracle of easy Loaves and Fishes,
But for doing, ’gainst our will, work against our wishes—
Such as finding food to fill daily-emptied dishes.