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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
A Prayer
By Jessie MacDonald
LOVE us, Lord, but not too much.
  Come thou near, yet not too near.
All thy laughing splendor spoils
  What we daily see and fear,
What we bear, and do, and touch.        5
Love us still, but not too much.
Come thou near, Lord, not too near:
  Let us breathe thee through our lips.
Even now I saw thy hue
  In the maple’s yellow tips,        10
When a leaf, so gay, so dear,
Fell—but come thou not more near.
Let us breathe thee through our lips!
  Do thou enter in our eyes!
Touch us that we not forget:        15
  Make us simple still, and wise.
Circling us, thy finger slips—
Let us breathe thee through our lips.

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