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A PRAYER.
Oh, when my hour is come, if so Thou wilt,Let the sweet blossoms of the bough of love
Hang o'er my bed. But, howsoe'er it be,
Thro' the night watches, till the birds awake
Their sad importunate music, till the morn
Pale on the pane, oh, let me wait for God!
Gently, my Saviour! stand beside the door;
Gently, my Saviour! through the lattice glide;
Dip my life's leaves, adust with thought and care,
In sacramental dews, and make them gold.
Rest over me in love, O piercèd One!
Smile on me sadly through my mist of sin,
Smile on me sweetly from Thy crown of thorns.
As the dawn looketh on the great dark hills,
As the hills dawn-touch'd on the great dark sea,
Dawn on my heart's great darkness, Prince of Peace!
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