THE COWBOY'S PRAYER, Page #0850
I know that others find You in the light
That's sifted down through tinted window-panes,
And yet, I seem to feel You near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight, on the plains.
I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well ;
That You have made my freedom so complete;
That I'm no slave of whistle, clock or bell,
Or weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street.
Just let me live my life as I've begun,
And give me work that's open to the sky ;
Make me a pardner of the wind and sun
And I won't ask for a life that's soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's down,
And make me square and generous with all ;
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town,
But never let them say I'm mean or small,
Make me as wide and open as the plains,
As honest as the horse between my knees,
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains,
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze.
Forgive me, Lord, when sometimes I forget ;
You know about the reasons that are hid,
You know about the things that gall and fret,
You know me better than my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said,
Just right me sometimes when I turn aside,
And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead,
That stretches upwards toward the Great Divide.
—Chas. Badger Clark, Jr.
The above was recited by Mike H. Thomas,
Grand Master F. & A. M., at the funeral of Thomas A. Coleman, who
died in San Antonio in March, 1923.