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The Humble
Thou dost exalt the humble; they shall beOf thine own sons, and Thou shalt bless their lot;
And make them kings and priests to live with Thee,
Though they before had dwelt in poorest cot;
Over its roof Thou watched with tender care,
While they no fear in early childhood knew;
And didst with ready hand each meal prepare,
While they to manlier stature daily grew;
And ever on their steps thine angels wait,
And ever near remain to hear their call;
Though with the lowly vine they grew of late,
Thou shalt exalt them like the cedars tall,
That on thy holy mountain lift their heads
Forever wet with dews thy mercy sheds.
Poem No. 670; fall 1838–summer 1839
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