And Help Us, This And Every Day,

For As Fire Is Kindled By Fire, So Is A Poet's Mind Kindled By Contact With A Brother Poet.

And Help Us, This And Every Day, To Live More Nearly As We Pray.

Sweet Is The Smile Of Home; The Mutual Look When Hearts Are Of Each Other Sure.

The Trivial Round, The Common Task,would Furnish All We Ought To Ask.

New Every Morning Is The Love Our Waking And Uprising Prove, Through Sleep And Darkness Safely Brought, Restored To Life And Power And Thought.