Prayer of a tired child

Our Father, hear a tirèd child

Who has forgot her prayer,

And cannot find the words of it,

Which wander ev'rywhere.

You used to carry in your arms

The lambkins dumb and white,

Who had grown weary of their play,

And stumbled in the night.

I also am your little lamb,

Who has no word to pray.

Dear Father, will you bear me too

Along the darkling way?