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“He is about my path,—and about my bed.”
Psalm 139th.
When first my infant feet essay'd,
The movements of my will to aid,
Parents and friends with watchful eye
To guard my tottering steps would fly.
But now, 'mid verdant paths I stray,
Or on the clear brook's margin play,
Till the Sun's parting lustres burn—
Go fearless forth and safe return,
For watchful ever by my side,
A Father doth my footstep guide.
The movements of my will to aid,
Parents and friends with watchful eye
To guard my tottering steps would fly.
But now, 'mid verdant paths I stray,
Or on the clear brook's margin play,
Till the Sun's parting lustres burn—
Go fearless forth and safe return,
For watchful ever by my side,
A Father doth my footstep guide.
When weary on my pillow laid
Mild evening draws her curtaining shade,
And busy dreams, with changeful sway
Bring back the pleasures of the day,
When the last form that linger'd near,
My tender mother, ever dear,
Hath left her kiss, hath breath'd her prayer,
And in sweet rest resign'd her care:
Still One, whose eye can never sleep,
Around my bed his watch doth keep.
Mild evening draws her curtaining shade,
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Bring back the pleasures of the day,
When the last form that linger'd near,
My tender mother, ever dear,
Hath left her kiss, hath breath'd her prayer,
And in sweet rest resign'd her care:
Still One, whose eye can never sleep,
Around my bed his watch doth keep.
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