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A COWBOY'S PRAYER                 47
I find myself lying and thinking, It may be God's heaven is nigh. I wonder if there I shall meet her, My mother whom God took away; If in the star-heavens I'll greet her At the round-up that's on the Last Day.
In the east the great daylight is breaking, And into my saddle I spring; The cattle from sleep are awaking, The heaven-thoughts from me take wing; The eyes of my bronco are flashing, Impatient he pulls at the reins, And off round the herd I go dashing, A reckless cowboy of the plains.
A COWBOY'S PRAYER
Given me by Phil LeNoir, Secretary of the Las Vegas Round-Up. Afterwards found it in Charles Badger Clark, Jr.'s, book, "Sun and Saddle Leather."
0 Lord, I ain't never lived where churches grow.
1 like creation better as it stood That day You finished it so long ago
And looked upon Your work and called it good 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 to-night 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, Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street.






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