Classic Poem

There is a prayer unsaid —
No lips its accents move;
'Tis uttered by the pleading eye
And registered above.

Each MYSTIC SIGN is prayer,
By hand of Mason given;
Each gesture pleads or imprecates,
And is observed in Heaven.

The deeds that mercy prompts,
Are prayers in sweet disguise;
Though unobserved by any here,
They're witnessed in the skies.

Then at the altar kneel —
In silence make thy prayer;
And H E whose very name is L OVE
The plea will surely hear.

The darkest road is light —
We shun the dangerous share,
When heavenly hand conducts the road
Responsive to our prayer.