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THIS gloomy northern day, / Or this yet gloomier night, / Has moved a something high / In my cold heart; and I, / That do not often pray, / Would pray to-night.
And first on Thee I call / For bread, O God of might! / Enough of bread for all,- / That through the famished town / Cold hunger may lie down / With none to-night.
I pray for hope no less, / Strong-sinewed hope, O Lord, / That to the struggling young / May preach with brazen tongue / Stout Labour, high success, / And bright reward.
And last, O Lord, I pray / For hearts resigned and bold / To trudge the dusty way- / Hearts stored with song and joke / And warmer than a cloak / Against the cold.
If nothing else he had, / He who has this, has all.
This comforts under pain; / This, through the stinging rain, / Keeps ragamuffin glad / Behind the wall.
This makes the sanded inn / A palace for a Prince, / And this, when griefs begin / And cruel fate annoys, / Can bring to mind the joys / Of ages since.