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A CHILD'S PRAYER
Holy Mother! Holy Mother!
In the dark I fear.
Light me with thy shining eyes,
Be thou ever near.
In the dark I fear.
Light me with thy shining eyes,
Be thou ever near.
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Holy Mother! Holy Mother!
Call thy little Son,
Bid Him bring me praying dreams
Ere the night be done.
Call thy little Son,
Bid Him bring me praying dreams
Ere the night be done.
Call the angels, call them early,
Bid them fly to thee,
One to call the little birds,
One to waken me.
Bid them fly to thee,
One to call the little birds,
One to waken me.
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