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Loftus MacInnes Listlessly wending Each to the ending, Omens portending Grim Nemesis near.

Through regions where sadness Commingles with madness, We find less of gladness Each desolate year.

KINDLY Higher Powers Of other spheres than ours We kneel to you for succour In these our woeful hours!

And though the sceptic jeer, The carping cynic sneer, We call to you for solace And know that you will hear.

You lust not for vain praise As in the former days The founders of our failing creeds Misread your gracious ways.

You only look to find Sweet charity of mind From each of us to all of us, Nor care though we be blind.

But give us strength to bear The weariness and care, The myriad miseries To which frail flesh is heir.

O kindly Higher Powers Of rarer spheres than ours, We kneel to you contritely In these our woeful hours!