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  Of that wise realm instructed. He became A prophet, mighty both in word and deed. And when you read, my children, how he broke The yoke of bondage from his people's neck, And smote with awful rod the parting sea, And brought pure water from the rock, and stood On Sinai, with Jehovah face to face, You will bethink you of this simple tale,— The Ark of rushes, and the Mother's prayer.

 

Who bade thy parents love thy infant form, And shield thy weakness from the wintry storm? Who gave the ear to hear, the mind to know, The eye to sparkle, and the blood to flow? Who grants the day of health, the night of rest, Strength to thy limbs, and comfort in thy breast? 