HYMNS FOR CHILDHOOD.
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Traveller! in the stranger's land,
Far from thine own household band;
Mourner! haunted by the tone
Of a voice from this world flown;
Captive! in whose narrow cell
Sunshine has not leave to dwell;
Sailor! on the darkening sea—
Lift the heart and bend the knee!
Warrior! that from battle won
Breathest now at set of sun;
Woman! o'er the lowly slain
Weeping on his burial plain;
Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,
Kindred by one holy tie,
Heaven's first star alike ye see—
Lift the heart and bend the knee!
