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A WOMAN'S PRAYER.
Father of great mercy! hear me mildly:
One I love is tried and hindered sore;
For the harrows of temptation wildly
Tear his green and blooming purpose o'er.
One I love is tried and hindered sore;
For the harrows of temptation wildly
Tear his green and blooming purpose o'er.
Send thine angels, as the Spring her beauties
Rains on thorny branches wild and sear,
Lighting up Life's worn and wintry duties
With the glories they were made to bear.
Rains on thorny branches wild and sear,
Lighting up Life's worn and wintry duties
With the glories they were made to bear.
Send them in the panoply of heaven
Like a cohort sheathed in burnished gold;
Send them thick as falling dews of even
With soft arms to shelter and infold.
Like a cohort sheathed in burnished gold;
Send them thick as falling dews of even
With soft arms to shelter and infold.
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Send them, while I coin my life as ransom
For the holy triumph they must win;
Take the uncounted pulses of my bosom;
Keep the thing I love from deadly sin.
For the holy triumph they must win;
Take the uncounted pulses of my bosom;
Keep the thing I love from deadly sin.
Slow the answer gathers, “Stay thy pleading;
From his birth my help around him lies:
He, the angel in his breast unheeding,
Should escape the legions of the skies.”
From his birth my help around him lies:
He, the angel in his breast unheeding,
Should escape the legions of the skies.”
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