XVI PRAYER
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When I was young I told God what to do, And called it prayer. Even the questions that I asked of you I let Him share. There were so many things He might not see, That was my fear— I told him ways of secret ecstasy, He would not hear. Now that I’m old, I have been taught to see The unspoilt sweetness that is yesterday. Without a future man at last is free, With nought to ask for I have learnt to pray.