TWO hands upon the breast, <br />And labor's done; <br />Two pale feet crossed in rest-- <br />The race is won; <br />Two eyes with coin-weights shut, <br />And all tears cease; <br />Two lips where grief is mute, <br />Anger at peace':-- <br />So pray we oftentimes, mourning our lot <br />God in his kindness answereth not. <br /> <br />'Two hands to work addrest <br />Aye for His praise; <br />Two feet that never rest <br />Walking His ways; <br />Two eyes that look above <br />Through all their tears; <br />Two lips still breathing love, <br />Not wrath, nor fear'; <br />So pray we afterwards, low on our knees; <br />Pardon those erring prayers! Father, hear these!<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-and-afterwards/
