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Rh From Thee descends whate'er of joy or peace Sparkles in my full cup—health, hope, and bliss, And pure parental love; beneath whose smile A heart call'd lonely, doth not feel the loss Of brother, or of sister, or of friend.

So, unto Thee be all the honor given, Whether young Morning with her vestal lamp Warn from my couch—or sober twilight gray Yield to advancing Night; or summer sky Spread its smooth azure; or contending storms Muster their wrath; or whether in the shade Of much-loved solitude, deep-wove and close I rest; or gayly share the social scene, Or wander wide to wake in stranger-hearts New sympathies; or wheresoever else Thy hand shall lead, still let my steadfast eye Behold Thee, and my heart attune Thy praise.

To Thee alone, in humble trust I come For strength and wisdom. Leaning on thine arm Oh let me pass this intermediate state, This vale of discipline; and when its mists Shall fleet away, I trust Thou wilt not leave My soul in darkness, for Thy word is truth, Nor are Thy thoughts like the vain thoughts of man, Nor Thy ways like his ways.
 * Therefore I rest

In peace—and sing Thy praise, Father Supreme.