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Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | ||
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A HYMN AT SUNSET.
Father of all! my Father!
Oh, name revered and sweet!
Bend Thou benignly to my heart,
And hear its blissful beat.
Oh, name revered and sweet!
Bend Thou benignly to my heart,
And hear its blissful beat.
It thanks thee fondly, fervently,
For all this changeful day,—
For the soft cloud, that floats through heaven,—
The wavelet's luminous play,—
For all this changeful day,—
For the soft cloud, that floats through heaven,—
The wavelet's luminous play,—
The pleasant light,—the azure air,—
The balmy breath of flowers,—
For every bright and beautiful thing
That gilds the gliding hours:
The balmy breath of flowers,—
For every bright and beautiful thing
That gilds the gliding hours:
For the calm, thoughtful tenderness
That watches o'er my way,
So truly and so trustfully,
I cannot go astray:
That watches o'er my way,
So truly and so trustfully,
I cannot go astray:
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For the two little soul-flowers
Thou gavest to my care,
Who, to my spirit, pleading, look
For dew and light and air;
Thou gavest to my care,
Who, to my spirit, pleading, look
For dew and light and air;
And for that rare and dear delight,
All earthly joy above,
The frank and eloquent interchange
Of thought, with one I love;—
All earthly joy above,
The frank and eloquent interchange
Of thought, with one I love;—
But most I thank thee, Father!
With faith undimm'd and free,
For the deep, sacred, treasured grief,
Which brought me first to Thee!
With faith undimm'd and free,
For the deep, sacred, treasured grief,
Which brought me first to Thee!
Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | ||