the park. 
  Our fathers planned that all should walk in light,
  That every man could find his way like day,
  Until the amber dawning wake the lark. 
  Thus peacefully we glided through the night,
  Serenely going home the ferry way.

PERHAPS

  I see a gorgeous city, pompous, grand,
  And hear it weeping with pain long borne. 
  It is built on rock and nobly planned,
  The glory shine like bloom with leaf and thorn.

  I feel its memories in brick and stone,
  And lift my eyes to see the sky and stars. 
  Unpainted rock in weathered greys and blown
  With winds and well I understand the bars.

  From walk to turret there are many eyes,
  Perhaps some measuring these thoughts of mine,
  What color hair?  How long the coat and thighs? 
  It may be true we drink the self-same wine.

OKLAHOMA

  Hail Oklahoma land!  O prairie plain,
  There is no state more dearly loved.—­All hail! 
  Where grassy hills and sheltered cove and vale
  Rest quietly in peace—­and in refrain
  Our voices lift in praise and joy again;
  We sing of Oklahoma land.—­All hail! 
  Of sunny skies and even windy gale,
  And wealth of growing corn and flowing grain;
  Where black gold gleams and roses bloom in spring. 
  Here long roads stretch and grazing cow-herds roam. 
  We build in faith great churches and our state
  With many schools, where children gaily sing. 
  We love our loamy fields and prairie home
  And struggle onward upward, soon and late.

  Hail Oklahoma land!  O grassy plain,
  There is no state more dearly loved.—­All hail!

OUR MORNING PRAYER

  Our Father in heaven,
  Drive from the soul the hopelessness,
  Fill it with charity and faith,
  And fire the heart with kindliness,
  For Jesus sake, amen.

WE THANK OUR GOD

  We thank our God for this glad Christmas day,
  For health and freedom, peace and hope today. 
  We float our flag on every hill and trail;
  All Hail!  The red and white and blue, all hail! 
  Again upon the board a feast is spread,
  And God now guards and blesses our good bread. 
  Our turkey’s big and fat and pudding brown,
  And we will smile all day and wear no frown. 
  Once more our bins are filled with corn and wheat,
  The bread we break is good, so light and sweet,
  Cranberries, pumpkin pies and walnut meats. 
  We bow to thank our God for these good eats. 
  This land America!  To God give thanks. 
  Our men are strong and brave in all the ranks. 
  All Hail America!  Our hope and pride. 
  God bless our home and now with us abide.

WAITING

  The waiting minutes
  Tick on but never ending
  To eternity. 
  The years do not wait. 
  So stealthily do they move,
  Like deep swift water.