Yes, pray for whom thou lovest; thou mayst vainly, idly seek
The fervid words of tenderness by feeble words to speak;

Pray for whom thou lovest; thou wilt never have any comfort of his friendship
for whom thou dost not pray.

 

Yes, pray for whom thou lovest; thou mayst vainly, idly seek
The fervid words of tenderness by feeble words to speak;
Go kneel before thy Father’s throne, and meekly, humbly there
Ask blessing for the loved one in the silent hour of prayer.

Yes, pray for whom thou lovest; if uncounted wealth were thine—
The treasures of the boundless deep, the riches of the mine—
Thou could’st not to thy cherished friends a gift so dear impart,
As the earnest benediction of a deeply loving heart.

Seek not the worldling’s friendship, it shall droop and wave ere long
In the cold and heartless glitter of the pleasure-loving throng,
But seek the friend who when thy prayer for him shall murmured be,
Breathes forth in faithful sympathy a fervent prayer for thee.

And should thy flowery path of life become a path of pain,
The friendship formed in bonds like these thy spirit shall sustain;
Years may not chill, nor change invade, nor poverty impair,
The love that grew and flourished at the holy time of prayer.

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