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TOO TIRED TO PRAY
Tell me, is it really wrong to say
That I am tired, so tired to-day?
Tired of work, and tired of play,
And tired, yes, even too tired to pray.

I have tried to be brave, good and true,
Keep up my spirits the whole day through;
But 'tis hard to keep from being blue
When you are too tired your pardon to sue.

I have cooked the meals for all of them,
And mended the clothes for Sam and Ben,
So that the boys to school I might send
To fit them to become wise, good men.

I have rocked the baby till she's asleep,
And around the house I softly creep,
Trying to tidy and dust and sweep,
And make the house so clean and neat.

I fed the bird for little Grace,
To brighten up her little pale face;
I have put some flowers in a vase,
For a happy smile to brighten her face.

My poor, wee invalid, so good and mild,
How my heart yearns over that sweet child;
The rest are merry, healthy and wild,
But the light of heaven is in her smile.

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