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"But I was too tired to pray," I said,
My Father heard me, and then He laid
A lovely crown upon my head:
"Wear this for prayers that are not unsaid.

"I heard your prayers, my poor, weary one;
Each moment, as the day went along,
I saw your quiet victories won;
Your prayer was finished when the day was done."

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