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My childhood's prayer was learn'd, the Saviour's prayer Which now ye know, and I shall meet you there, Father, and gentle mother!—ye have bound The bruised reed, and mercy shall be found By Mercy's children."—From the matron's eye Dropp'd tears, her sole and passionate reply; But Edith felt them not; for now a sleep, Solemnly beautiful, a stillness deep, Fell on her settled face. Then, sad and slow, And mantling up his stately head in wo, "Thou'rt passing hence," he sang, that warrior old, In sounds like those by plaintive waters roll'd.