Poem - Philadelphia Nina Robertson

A Woman’s Prayer

By Philadelphia Nina Robertson

I am so placid as I sit

In train or tram, and knit and knit;

I walk serenely down the street

And smile on all the friends I meet;

Within the house I give due heed

To every duty, each one’s need,

And when it's dark, and lamps are lit,

I take my sock again, and knit.

Sometimes the newsboys hurry by,

And then my needles seem to fly

Through purl and plain, row after row,

They flash, until the fire burns low—

I am so tranquil as I sit

Till bed-time comes, and knit and knit.

And when the house has grown quite still,

I lean out on my window sill—

Lean out to the velvet night,

Gemmed with all its points of light,

And pray to God to see to it

That I keep sane enough to knit.