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HENRY.—1847.
Hail, then, a sixth! my doubly treble joy,—Another soul to me from Eden lent,
Another young mind for a season sent
To breed him up for good and God's employ:
I bless this blessing in my third-born boy,
And see in him a hostage from above,
Another second self, with hopes like mine
In better worlds beyond the stars to shine,
Through the great largesse of Our Father's love:
God guard the babe; and cherish the young child;
And bless the boy; and yearn upon the youth;
And make the man a Christian undefil'd;
And all through life enrich him with the Truth,
Crown'd with all Grace,—through Jesus reconcil'd.
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