John Pierpont (Джон Пирпонт)

Evening Prayer for a Child

Another day its course hath run,
And still, O God, thy child is blessed;
For thou hast been by day my sun,
And thou wilt be by night my rest.

Sweet sleep descends, my eyes to close;
And now, while all the world is still,
I give my body to repose,
My spirit to my Father's will.

1. Plymouth Rock
2. A Sister's Thoughts over a Brother's Grave
3. Come All Ye Young Teetotallers
4. News-Carrier's Address
5. Unchain the Laborer

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