THE TRAVELLER'S EVENING HYMN.
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Homeward, homeward, all things haste—
God of might!
Shield the homeless midst the waste,
Be his light!
In his distant cradle nest,
Now my babe is laid to rest;
Beautiful his slumber seems
With a glow of heavenly dreams,
Beautiful, o'er that bright sleep,
Hang soft eyes of fondness deep,
Where his mother bends to pray,
For the loved and far away.—
Father! guard that household bower,
Hear that prayer!
Back, through thine all-guiding power,
Lead me there!
Darker, wilder, grows the night—
Not a star sends quivering light
