God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Some people always sigh in thanking God.
And lips say God be pitiful, who never said, God be praised.
Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.
What was he doing, the great god Pan, / Down in the reeds by the river? / Spreading ruin and scattering ban, / Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, / And breaking the golden lilies afloat / With the dragon-fly on the river.