Morning Glories : | ||
TO MY FATHER.
And wilt thou come no more,
And walk the way so often trod?
No; henceforth on that bright celestial shore
Thou'lt dwell with God.
And walk the way so often trod?
No; henceforth on that bright celestial shore
Thou'lt dwell with God.
How long and rudely tossed,
Thy life bark on this troubled sea;
God guided thee, and thou hast safely crossed
To blest Eternity.
Thy life bark on this troubled sea;
God guided thee, and thou hast safely crossed
To blest Eternity.
Morning Glories : | ||