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, O Father! shower, Father of mercies! round his precious head! On his lone walks and on his thoughtful hour, And the pure visions of his midnight bed, Blessings be shed!

Father! I pray Thee not For earthly treasure to that most beloved, Fame, fortune, power:—oh! be his spirit proved By these, or by their absence, at Thy will! But let Thy peace be wedded to his lot, Guarding his inner life from touch of ill. With its dove-pinion still!