The three prayers

At the hour when our least-proud spirit

bows like a Prophet-King,

I put my heart into a Pater

that thy will be done.

Dear bluebird of my dreams,

guardian child and good genius,

I put my heart into an Ave

that thou shouldst be the most blessèd.

And as in a goblet of water

the newly-revived flower bends,

I put my heart into a Credo

that thou shouldst be the most belovèd.