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THE SEVENTH: WALTER.
So, one by one, Thy jewels are made upEv'n to the perfect number, glorious Lord!
So, one by one, ambrosially pour'd
These rills of happiness o'erflow my cup:
Add yet this grace, Contentment with Enough:
That, resting always on Thy gracious word,
My band of innocent babes, my beauteous band,
Through all the maze of life, thorny and rough,
To Thee in prayer continually given,
Safely may pass along; and, hand in hand,
A lustrous company, a blessed seven,
Pure as the Pleiads, as the Sages wise,
With hearts commingled like the rainbow dyes,
May shine together, heirs of earth and heaven!
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