  in The Westminster Gazette I KNIT, I knit, I pray, I pray. My knitting is my rosary. And as I weave the stitches gray, I murmur pray’rs continually. Gray loop, a sigh, gray knot, a wish, Gray row a chain of wistful pray’r, For thus to sit and knit and pray— This is of war the woman’s share. And so I knit, and thus I pray, And keep repeating night and day, May God lead safely those dear feet That soon shall wear the web of gray. Now and again a selfish strain? But surely woman heart must yearn, And pray sometimes that she may hear The footsteps that return. But if, O God, Not that. But if it must be sacrifice complete, Then I will trust that afterward Thou wilt guide home those precious feet. |
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