I do not undertake to say
    That literal answers come from Heaven,
But I know this---that when I pray
    A comfort, a support is given
That helps me rise o'er earthly things
    As larks soar up on airy wings.

In vain the wise philosopher
    Points out to me my fabric's flaws,
In vain the scientists aver
    That "all things are controlled by laws."
My life has taught me day by day
That it availeth much to pray.

I do not stop to reason out
    The why and how. I do not care,
Since I know this, that when I doubt,
    Life seems a blackness of despair,
The world a tomb; and when I trust,
Sweet blossoms spring up in the dust.

Since I know in the darkest hour,
    If I lift up my soul in prayer,
Some sympathetic loving Power
    Sends hope and comfort to me there.
Since balm is sent to ease my pain,
What need to argue or explain?

Prayer has a sweet refining grace,
    It educates the soul and heart.
It lends a lustre to the face,
    And by its elevating art
It gives the mind an inner sight
That brings it near the Infinite.

From our gross selves it helps us rise
    To something which we yet may be.
And so I ask not to be wise,
    If thus my faith is lost to me.
Faith that with angel's voice and touch,
Says "Pray, for prayer availeth much."

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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