Poems with rhymes of prayer

In his Red Palace over there,
Wakeful, he needs must hear the prayer.

“Lights out! Lights out!” to the deserted square.
On the thin brazen notes he threw a prayer,

With lifted sails of prayer,
We voyage off in quest of light,
Nor find it anywhere.

It seemed, so still the valleys were,
As if the whole world knelt at prayer,

When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air

The Bobolink was there—
An aged Bee addressed us—
And then we knelt in prayer—

In worthy deed and prayer
And helpful hands, and honest eyes,
If smiles or tears be there:

Softly my Future climbs the Stair,
I fumble at my Childhood's prayer

Unto the saints' sweet incense, or their prayer,
These smoky curdled clouds I do compare.

Faint falls the gentle voice of prayer
In the wild sounds that fill the air,

Faint falls the gentle voice of prayer
In the wild sounds that fill the air,

Nor sigh to know the secret prayer
My spirit hand has written there.

The quiet aisles of prayer,
Glad witness to your zeal for God
And love of man I bear.

From those who came in scores a few there were
Who feared the devil more than fast and prayer,

She sees her own knight's last fond prayer.
And she reads in that scroll her heart's despair.

As any one could swear.
'What does it mean?' I asked a wight
Who knelt apart in prayer.

``Unto the phantom Deities of air
They pay lip homage, carven altars raise,
To these bow down with ceremonial prayer,

These eyes had watched, without a tear,
His dying agony;
These ears, unmoved, had heard his prayer;

A fool there was and he made his prayer
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair

The saint and the sinner, with cursing and prayer,
The drunk and the sober, ride merrily there.