I meant to have but modest needs---
Such as Content---and Heaven---
Within my income---these could lie
And Life and I---keep even---
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But since the last---included both---
It would suffice my Prayer
But just for One---to stipulate---
And Grace would grant the Pair---
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And so---upon this wise---I prayed---
Great Spirit---Give to me
A Heaven not so large as Yours,
But large enough---for me---
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A smile suffused Jehovah's face---
The Cherubim---withdrew---
Grave Saints stole out to look at me---
And showed their dimples---too---
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I left the Place, with all my might---
I threw my Prayer away---
The Quiet Ages picked it up---
And judgement--twinkled---too---
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That one so honest---be extant---
To take the Tale for true---
That "Whatsoever Ye shall ask---
Itself be given You"---
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But I, grown shrewder---scan the Skies
With a suspicious Air---
As Children---swindled for the first
All Swindlers---be---infer---
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