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But now, 'mid verdant paths I stray,
Or on the clear brook's margin play,
Till the Sun's parting lustres burn—
Go fearless forth and safe return,
For watchful ever by my side,
A father doth my footsteps guide.
When weary on my pillow laid
Mild evening draws her curtaining shade,
And busy dreams, with changeful sway
Bring back the pleasures of the day,
When the last form that linger'd near,
My tender mother, ever dear,
Hath left her kiss, and breath'd her prayer,
And in sweet rest resign'd her care:
Still One, whose eye can never sleep,
Around my bed his watch doth keep.
