But oh, little sister of mine in the shadowy places,
Where shoulders droop, eyes dim, and cheeks grow wan,
I yearn for your hand, and a road that leads to the open,
To the commonwealth of the fields, ere the light be gone.
Socialist Prayer
By Margaret Haile
(Contemporary American poet. In “The Vanguard.”)
Give us this day our daily bread, O God!
Not for my bread alone I selfish pray.
Such prayer would never reach Thy loving ear;