Allie's Prayer.
Have listened when the pleader's voice
Sank quivering to a sigh,
And I have bowed my head and thought
'T were beautiful to die;
But never have I seen the awe
Whose robes were folded there—
Whose stainless fingers wove the threads
Of Allie's baby prayer.
Sank quivering to a sigh,
And I have bowed my head and thought
'T were beautiful to die;
But never have I seen the awe
Whose robes were folded there—
Whose stainless fingers wove the threads
Of Allie's baby prayer.
It went away—that little foot—
As lightly as it came;
The sweet lips spoke a low "Good night,"
And syllabled a name,
And then a glimpse of sunny hair
Flashed through the open door;
We caught a glimpse of the white robe
The angel pleader wore.
Then eye met eye, and souls bowed down
In deep contrition there;
Stern hearts were melted by the breath
Of Allie's baby prayer.
As lightly as it came;
The sweet lips spoke a low "Good night,"
And syllabled a name,
And then a glimpse of sunny hair
Flashed through the open door;
We caught a glimpse of the white robe
The angel pleader wore.
Then eye met eye, and souls bowed down
In deep contrition there;
Stern hearts were melted by the breath
Of Allie's baby prayer.
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