SEASONS OF PRAYER.
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To prayer, to prayer-for the morning breaks, And earth in her Makers smile awakes: His light is on all below and above The light of gladness and life and love. On, then, on the breath of this early air, Send upward the incense of grateful prayer. To prayer-for the glorious sun is gone, And the gathering darkness of night comes on; Like curtain from Gods kind hand 1t flows, To shade the couch where his children repose. Then kneel while the watching stars are bright, And give your last thoughts to the Guardian ol

 night. v To prayer-for the day that God has blest, Comes tranquiiy on with its welcome rest: 1t speaks ofcreation's early bloom 1t speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb. Then summons the spirits exalted powers, And devote to Heaven the hailow'd hours. There are smiles and tears in the mothers eyes, For her new born infant beside her lies. Oh, hour of bssl when the heart o'erfows With rapture mother only knows: Let 1t gnsh forth in words of fervent prayer Let it swell to Heaven for her precious care. There are smiles and tears in that gathering band Where the heart IS pledged with the trembling

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 What trying thoughts in her bosom swell, As the bride bids parent and home farewell! kneel down by the side of the fearful fair, And strengthen the perilous hour with prayer. Kneel down by the dying sinners side, And pray for his soul thro him who died. Large drops of anguish are thick on his brow: Oh what is earth and its pleasures now! And what shall assuage his dark despair, But the penitent cry of humble prayer? Kneel down at the couch of departing faith, And hear the last words the believer saith. He has bidden adieu to his early friends There is peace in his eye that upward bends; There is peace in his calm cOn6diBg air For his last thoughts Gods, his last words prayer The voice of prayer at the sable bier! A voice to sustain, to sooth, and to cheer. It comments the spirit to God who gave; 1t lifts the thoughts from the cold dark grave; It points to the glory where he shall reign, Who whsper'd "thy brother shall rise again. The voice of prayer in the world of bliss! But gadder, purer, than rose from this. The ransom'd shout to their glorious King, Where no sorrow shades the soul as they sing; But sinless and joyous song they raise, And the voice of prayer is eternal praise. Awake, awake, and gird up thy strength To join that holy band at length. To him who unceasing love displays, Whom the powers of nature increasingly praise To him thy heart and thy hours be given, For life of prayer is the life of heaven.