ALLIE'S PRAYER.
We listened—'t was a little foot,
Placed lightly on the stairs;
"What is it, darling?"—"I forgot—
Forgot to say my prayers."
The mother took the little hand,
And kissed the meek, low brow,
And watched the tiny, white-robed form,
Close down beside her bow.
Ah! pride-chilled hearts were beating near,
World-darkened eyes were there;
But every head was bowed to hear
Sweet Allie's baby prayer.
And I have knelt where holy words
By earnest lips were spoke;
Have felt the burning gush of thought
Their eloquence awoke;
By earnest lips were spoke;
Have felt the burning gush of thought
Their eloquence awoke;
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