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While his young heart first burn'd and stirr'd, And quiver'd to the eternal word.

And reverently my spirit caught The reverence of his gaze; A sight with dew of blessing fraught To hallow after-days; To make the proud heart meekly wise, By the sweet faith in those calm eyes.

It seem'd as if a temple rose Before me brightly there, And in the depths of its repose My soul o'erflowed with prayer, Feeling a solemn presence nigh— The power of infant sanctity!

O Father! mould my heart once more, By thy prevailing breath!