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So ev'ry morn and night my voice
To heaven the grateful strain shall raise;
In you as guardian powers rejoice,
Good angels! and exalt your praise.
To heaven the grateful strain shall raise;
In you as guardian powers rejoice,
Good angels! and exalt your praise.
So will I strive, with zealous fire,
Each vice to shun, each fault correct:
Will love the lessons you inspire,
And praise the virtues you protect.
Each vice to shun, each fault correct:
Will love the lessons you inspire,
And praise the virtues you protect.
Then when at length, by high command,
My body seeks the grave's repose,
When death draws nigh with friendly hand,
My failing pilgrim eyes to close:
My body seeks the grave's repose,
When death draws nigh with friendly hand,
My failing pilgrim eyes to close:
Pleas'd that my soul has 'scap'd the wreck,
Sighless will I my life resign,
And yield to God my spirit back,
As pure as when it first was mine.
Sighless will I my life resign,
And yield to God my spirit back,
As pure as when it first was mine.
Having finished her usual devotions, Antonia retired to bed. Sleep soon stole over her senses; and for several hours she enjoyed that calm repose which innocence alone can know, and for which many a monarch with pleasure would exchange his crown.
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