A Morning Prayer

When little things irk me, and I grow

Impatient with my dear one, make me know

How in a moment joy can take its flight

And happiness be quenched in endless night.

Keep this thought with me all the livelong day

That I may guard the harsh words I might say

When I would fret and grumble, fiery hot

At trifles that tomorrow are forgot --

Let me remember, Lord, how it would be

If these, my loved ones, were not here with me.