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 And many a babe had gone to rest, And many a tender mothers breast Still lull'd its darling care, When in a nursery's quiet bound, With fond affections circled round, I heard an infant's prayer.

Yes, there it knelt,—its cherub face Uprais'd with earnest air; And well devotion's heaven-born grace Became a brow so fair; But seldom at our Father's throne Such blest and happy child is known So painfully to strive; For long with tearful ardor fraught, That supplicating lip besought,— "Please God, let Lilly live,"

And still the imploring voice did flow That little couch beside, As if for "poor sick Lilly's" wo, It could not be denied;