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Prayer

by George MacDonald

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We doubt the word that tells us: Ask, And ye shall have your prayer; We turn our thoughts as to a task, With will constrained and rare.
And yet we have; these scanty prayers Yield gold without alloy: O God, but he that trusts and dares Must have a boundless joy!

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