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Robert Burns - O Thou Dread Power
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O Thou dread Power, who reign`st above, 
I know thou wilt me hear, 
When for this scene of peace and love 
I make this prayer sincere. 
 
The hoary Sire - the mortal stroke, 
Long, long be pleas`d to spare; 
To bless his little filial flock, 
And show what good men are. 
 
She, who her lovely offspring eyes 
With tender hopes and fears, 
O bless her with a mother`s joys, 
But spare a mother`s tears! 
 
Their hope, their stay, their darling youth, 
In manhood`s dawning blush, 
Bless him, Thou God of love and truth, 
Up to a parent`s wish. 
 
The seauteous, seraph sister-band - 
With earnest tears I pray - 
Thou know`st the snares on ev`ry hand, 
Guide Thou their steps alway. 
 
When, soon or late, they reach that coast, 
O`er Life`s rough ocean driven, 
May they rejoice, no wand`rer lost, 
A family in Heaven
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