THIS gloomy northern day, br Or this yet gloomier night, br Has moved a something high br In my cold heart; and I, br That do not often pray, br Would pray to-night. br br And first on Thee I call br For bread, O God of might! br Enough of bread for all, - br That through the famished town br Cold hunger may lie down br With none to-night. br br I pray for hope no less, br Strong-sinewed hope, O Lord, br That to the struggling young br May preach with brazen tongue br Stout Labour, high success, br And bright reward. br br And last, O Lord, I pray br For hearts resigned and bold br To trudge the dusty way - br Hearts stored with song and joke br And warmer than a cloak br Against the cold. br br If nothing else he had, br He who has this, has all. br This comforts under pain; br This, through the stinging rain, br Keeps ragamuffin glad br Behind the wall. br br This makes the sanded inn br A palace for a Prince, br And this, when griefs begin br And cruel fate annoys, br Can bring to mind the joys br Of ages since.