1865.

Pray for me that my feet may gain
The sure and safer way.

And Thou, O Lord! by whom are seen

Thy creatures as they be,
Forgive me if too close I lean

My human heart on Thee!

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Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide;
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
About Glenkindie and his man,

A Chieftain to the Highlands bound

All along the valley, stream that flashest white,

"Are you ready for your steeple-chase,

Art thou poor; yet hast thou golden slumbers?

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; .

The airs of spring may never play

Among the ripening corn,
Nor freshness of the flowers of May
Blow through the autumn morn;

Yet shall the blue-eyed gentian look
Through fringèd lids to heaven,
And the pale aster in the brook
Shall see its image given;-

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The woods shall wear their robes of praise, The south-wind softly sigh,

And sweet, calm days in golden haze

Melt down the amber sky.

Not less shall manly deed and word
Rebuke an age of wrong;

The graven flowers that wreathe the sword
Make not the blade less strong.

But smiting hands shall learn to heal,

To build as to destroy;

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Nor less my heart for others feel

That I the more enjoy.

All as God wills, who wisely heeds
To give or to withhold,
And knoweth more of all my needs

Than all my prayers have told!

Enough that blessings undeserved
Have marked my erring track;-

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