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THE PRAYER.
Long years have passed since that sweet time
When first I breathed upon the air
My simple little baby prayer,
A prayer with earnestness sublime;
Since first my mother clasped my hands
And bade me e'er I went to sleep,
Pray God my little soul to keep,
Take me to dwell in heav'nly lands.
When first I breathed upon the air
My simple little baby prayer,
A prayer with earnestness sublime;
Since first my mother clasped my hands
And bade me e'er I went to sleep,
Pray God my little soul to keep,
Take me to dwell in heav'nly lands.
And now the years on years have fled,
And tho' the mother's passed away
And tho' my head be bowed and grey,
The little prayer that I then said
Comes floating back on angel wing
As if, upon the other shore,
A little child had lisped it o'er
For God's own messengers to bring.
And tho' the mother's passed away
And tho' my head be bowed and grey,
The little prayer that I then said
Comes floating back on angel wing
As if, upon the other shore,
A little child had lisped it o'er
For God's own messengers to bring.
January 27th, 1882.
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