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POEMS.
"Sweet one! the stranger cried,
"Sleep in thy dell;
Peace doth thy slumbers guide
As with a spell.
Holy thoughts woke by thee,
Never shall pass from me—
God guard thee well!"
H. A.
"Sleep in thy dell;
Peace doth thy slumbers guide
As with a spell.
Holy thoughts woke by thee,
Never shall pass from me—
God guard thee well!"
H. A.
THE POOR MAN'S PRAYER.
There is a tale of fervent faith
Within that prayer so often said;
And yet, so oft unheedingly—
"Each day give us our daily bread."
Within that prayer so often said;
And yet, so oft unheedingly—
"Each day give us our daily bread."
It stealeth forth from many a lip,
That's decked with smiles—perchance unheard
On ears that drink but sounds of joy,
It falleth as an empty word.
That's decked with smiles—perchance unheard
On ears that drink but sounds of joy,
It falleth as an empty word.
How should there be in lightsome hearts
A vision of their mirth's decay?
How should the child of wealth have need
For "daily bread" to kneel and pray?
A vision of their mirth's decay?
How should the child of wealth have need
For "daily bread" to kneel and pray?
