This is a poem that has just been put (alongside many others!) onto the door of our computer cabinet, and as I saw it for the first time I decided that it deserved some 'attention'. It doesn't appear to have a title, but I presume that is common among prayers of that era. I hope you enjoy it.
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek,
To be consoled, as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
-By St. Francis of Assisi
"Thou crownest the year with thy goodness..." -Psalm 65:11a