Now And Afterwards

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