Behind a prayer that passed my way,

Yet neither would for me delay

The upward flight.

I searched and found a footprint where

The song had tarried; but the prayer

Had left no trace on earth or air.

Straight from the heart it went to God

The song remained to smooth the clod,

And lay a flower upon the sod.

O, envied right!

If but one song of mine could chase

Some sorrow from the heart and face

I know in Heaven ’twould find a place.