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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Hour Of PrayerFelicia Dorothea Hemans - The Hour Of Prayer
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Child, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light fades away; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently; Father, by the breeze of eve, Call`d thy harvest-work to leave Pray: ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart, and bend the knee! Traveller, in the stranger`s land, Far from thine own household band; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell; Sailor, on the dark`ning 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!
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