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THE PRAYER FOR LIFE.
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Too soon, too fast thou'rt come!
Too beautiful is home,
A home of gentle voices and kind eyes!
And I the loved of all,
On whom fond blessings fall
From every lip—oh! wilt thou rend such ties?
Sweet sisters! weave a chain
My spirit to detain;
Hold me to earth with strong affection back:
Bind me with mighty love
Unto the stream, the grove,
Our daily paths—our life's familiar track.
Stay with me! gird me round!
Your voices bear a sound
Of hope—a light comes with you and departs;
Hush, my soul's boding swell,
That murmurs of farewell;
How can I leave this ring of kindest hearts?
