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  Will lull him to sleep like a cradle hymn; While Nature, with pencil of rain-bow dye, Writes the name of God for his waking eye. Remember him, babe, ere thy day of care, At morn, and at night, in thy simple prayer, Breathe the incense of childhood, fresh and free, And he in thine age will remember thee.

 

Not for our infant homes we pine, Nor mourn a parent's care, Adopted thus by Christian love, And nurtur'd as we are; Instructed from the ways of sin To turn with cautious feet, And taught how truth and goodness make A lot of labor sweet. 