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Oh! never may the guardian eyes
Of those bright watchers, see
Earth's shadows quench the living light
That now hath dawned for thee.
I kiss the sign upon thy brow,
Thou treasure newly given,
And pray, our only thought may be
To train thee up for Heaven.
Of those bright watchers, see
Earth's shadows quench the living light
That now hath dawned for thee.
I kiss the sign upon thy brow,
Thou treasure newly given,
And pray, our only thought may be
To train thee up for Heaven.
E.
October 20, 1847.
