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POEMS.
A LAST PRAYER.
AATHER, I scarcely dare to pray,So clear I see, now it is done,
That I have wasted half my day,
And left my work but just begun;
So clear I see that things I thought
Were right or harmless were a sin;
So clear I see that I have sought,
Unconscious, selfish aims to win;
Were right or harmless were a sin;
So clear I see that I have sought,
Unconscious, selfish aims to win;
So clear I see that I have hurt
The souls I might have helped to save;
That I have slothful been, inert,
Deaf to the calls thy leaders gave.
The souls I might have helped to save;
That I have slothful been, inert,
Deaf to the calls thy leaders gave.
In outskirts of thy kingdoms vast,
Father, the humblest spot give me;
Set me the lowliest task thou hast;
Let me repentant work for thee!
Father, the humblest spot give me;
Set me the lowliest task thou hast;
Let me repentant work for thee!
THE SONG HE NEVER WROTE.
IS thoughts were song, his life was singing;Men's hearts like harps he held and smote,
But in his heart went ever ringing,
Ringing, the song he never wrote.
