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Not an hour of calm and quiet Hath his old age found, There are foes and strangers haunting His ancestral ground. Of his ancient halls and woodlands Is the old man reft, But they have not quite bereaved him, For his child is left.

’T is her voice that now is raising Words of praise and prayer, Heaven will consecrate the worship Of this hour of care. Earthly care and earthly sorrow Only purify; Such a heart as that uplifting Its best hopes on high.