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. Farewell the Bowl
2. The Temperance Crew
3. Away the Bowl
4. The Cold Water Army
5. Her Chosen Spot

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