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prayer—o thou dread power

lyg at a reverend friend&039;s hoe one night, the author left the follog verses the roo where he slept:—

o thou dread power, who reign&039;st above,

i know thou wilt hear,

when for this scene of peace and love,

i ake this prayer scere

the hoary sire—the ortal stroke,

long, long be pleas&039;d to spare;

to bless this little filial flock,

and show what good n are

she, who her lovely offsprg eyes

with tender hopes and fears,

o bless her with a other&039;s joys,

but spare a other&039;s tears!

their hope, their stay, their darlg youth

anhood&039;s dawng bsh,

bless hi, thou god of love and truth,

up to a parent&039;s wish

the beauteo, seraph sister-band—

with earnest tears i pray—

thou know&039;st the snares on ev&039;ry hand,

guide thou their steps alway

when, on or te, they reach that ast,

o&039;er life&039;s rough ocean driven,

ay they rejoice, no wand&039;rer lost,

a faily heaven!