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My Request.

Among thy gifted workers Lord
I ask no place.
I only crave the blessing of Thy loving grace.
Content am I that other hands
More skilled than mine
Should bind the sheaves in distant lands
And tend they vine
Let other lips than mine O Lord
Proclaim Thy cause
And give to greather minds
The knowledge of Thy laws.
But yet some little wayside path
I'll gladly tread,
And with Thy humble children break
my daily bread.
I have no skill to win the strife
for rank or fame
The busy thoroughfare of life
calls not my name
So while my place in the great world I cannot see
I am content if needy hearts make room for me.

Esther Hooker Trowbridge