Face of Glory

Grant us, Lord, amidst the carols
And the chimes that hail thy birth,
Deeper anthems from the nations
For thy Peace on Earth.

Give us now the real fulfilment
Of the Father's message when
The Gloria rang out in starlight
His Good-will to men.

Visit those who are in hunger
Where the tables are not spread,
Millions wait beside thy cupboards
For their daily bread.

E. J. Pratt

(Unpublished poem, printed on the inside of the card "Face of Glory," Claire Pratt)

(An early draft of this poem is found in a Notebook containing draft poems that later formed part of Many Moods (Macmillan, 1932). E.J. Pratt papers, Victoria University Library.)