Prayer an Echo.
‘From the earliest dawn of Nature’s birth,
Since sorrow and sin first darkened the earth;
From sun to sun, from pole to pole,
Where’er the waves of Humanity roll,
The breezy robe this planet wears
Has quivered and echoed with countless prayers.
Each hour a million knees are bent,
A million prayers to heaven are sent;
There’s not a summer beam but sees