The Prayer Perfect
Dear Lord. Kind Lord.
Gracious Lord. I Pray.
Thou wilt look on all I love
Tenderly today!
Weed their hearts of weariness;
Scatter every care
Down a wake of angel wings
Winnowing the air.
Bring unto the sorrowing
All release from pain;
Let the lips of laughter
Overflow again;
And with all the needy
O divide, I pray,
This vast treasure of content
That is mine to-day!
-James Whitcomb Riley
"As you know, James Whitcomb Riley, the Hoosier poet, was from Greenfield, Indiana. And so was our Mother, Carrie Falcone Lax. And she taught this poem to the boys. I remember we had to have a presentation for Miss Smith, at Franklin School. Well, this was the poem that she taught us for our presentation." (taken from dad's newsletter)
I too, remember my Grandma Carrie reciting poetry from James Whitcomb Riley while I was growing up and spending time with my Grandma.
I have also heard my dad, Uncle Jack, Uncle Bruce, and Uncle David all say some of these poems by memory.
5 comments:
I remember well! Can you name all of Grandma's brothers and sisters?
I remember some of them from my childhood. Family was always important to Grandma, and Grandpa, and our Dad!
Can't hardly wait for Jesus' words at John 5:28, 29 to be fulfilled!
"You sit on your butt,
Not on your feet.
You jish in the pot,
not on the seat."
Grandma's poem or unpublished Riley poem?
Mike, Joe, Rocco, John, Virgil and Tony. Jennie, Lena, Mary and Carrie.
Ronna, Good job. I don't think 'Riley' used the word jish, so I'm guessing that was a Grandma poem.
And no, I wouldn't have been able to name all her brother & sisters. Some but not all.
Ronna, Good job. I don't think 'Riley' used the word jish, so I'm guessing that was a Grandma poem.
And no, I wouldn't have been able to name all her brother & sisters. Some but not all.
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