PRAYER FOR A FAIR PEOPLE
Reading edition
We thy beloved are most poor, That entertain not innocence. We are not steadfast to endure; Make thou the men, when we go hence, With a great spirit of thee and sure, Joy that shall need no penitence. Make them than all their love more saint, Make them than yellow gold more fair: Now have I ended all my plaint, Now have I made thee all my prayer; And the last incense, thin and faint, Smokes upward from mine altar stair. 1917.