Since it has been my lot to find, at every parting of the road, the helping hand of comrade kind to help me with my heavy load, and since I have no gold to give and love alone must make amends, my humble prayer is, while I live, oh God, make me worthy of my friends, thou knoweth that for the secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what I have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond my reach.
