Eliot, Samuel, 1821-1898 · Boston : [J. Wilson & Son, University Press] · leaf 163
air,His alphabet as evening prayer. Unseen, his pastor lingered near: My child, what means the sound I hear? — May I not in the worship share. And raise to Heaven my evening prayer? Whereer the hills and valleys blend,The sovmds of praver and praise ascend. —My child, a prayer vours cannot… … The Sabbaths sun was setting low,Amidst the clouds at even ; Our Father. breathed a voice be-low,— Our Father, who art in heaven. Beyond the eartli, beyond the clouds,Those infant words were given ; Our Fatlicr, angels sang aloud —Father, who art in heaven. Thy kingdom come, still from the…
Children's poetry
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