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52
MÜLLER'S ORPHANAGE,
ASHLEY DOWN.
Far from the palpitating City's moan,Above the dust of day, the gaslight's flare,
Is set a mighty monument of prayer,
In sombre unobtrusiveness alone!
There, in true soil of tenderness, are grown
From weeds, wild flowers, that drink a purer air;
No orphan's cry untended enters there;
And Christian hearts make childhood's woes their own.
Halls built on halls, with their ten thousand eyes,
Brimful of Heaven and health within them beam:
The open doors, the breathing chimneys seem
To ask continual mercy from the skies;
And winds, that pass at morning, and at even,
Blow thence more precious to the gates of Heaven.
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