Prayer of a Man Resting

 The twilight closes round me
  My head is bowed before the Universe
  I thank thee, O Lord, for a child I knew seven years ago
  And whom I have never seen since.

  Praised be God for all sides of life, for friends, lovers, art,
  literature, knowledge, humour, politics,
and for the little red cloud
  away there in the west—
                                                             —G. K. Chesterton