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<p><del>As</del> <add>All is</add> govern'd by thee the great <unclear>hand</unclear> of creation!<lb/> | |||
'' | And <del>wisely & well & all tending to good</del> <add>all is controlled to the wisest & best</add><lb/> | ||
To each Thou hast given his talents & station. | |||
And <del>meant to</del> <add>said to thy children</add> be virtuous <del>& respect</del> & blest.</p> | |||
<p><del>Tis</del> To Thee <del>that</del> owes the spring its <add>rich</add> garments of green<lb/> | |||
And the Summer its gorgeous apparel of glory<lb/> | |||
And Autumn its Sun beams so fair & serene<lb/> | |||
And the winter its <del>fierce spirits &</del> <add>white robes so</add> icy & hoary.</p> | |||
<p>The world was first reared by Thy life-giving spirit<lb/> | |||
<del>Thy forward still <gap/></del> <add>And still 'tis <unclear>curtained</unclear></add> by Thy infinite might<lb/> | |||
Thy voice gently whispers – O father! we hear it<lb/> | |||
It whispers encouragement, hope & delight.</p> | |||
<p>What a talent is life! 'tis the spark from whose bosom<lb/> | |||
Fire springs up a flame that heaven's portals hath risen.<lb/> | |||
'Tis a germ full of fruit – 'tis an embryo blossom<lb/> | |||
Whose flower born on earth <del>sheds</del> <add>sends its</add> fragrance to heaven.</p> | |||
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As All is govern'd by thee the great hand of creation!
And wisely & well & all tending to good all is controlled to the wisest & best
To each Thou hast given his talents & station.
And meant to said to thy children be virtuous & respect & blest.
Tis To Thee that owes the spring its rich garments of green
And the Summer its gorgeous apparel of glory
And Autumn its Sun beams so fair & serene
And the winter its fierce spirits & white robes so icy & hoary.
The world was first reared by Thy life-giving spirit
Thy forward still And still 'tis curtained by Thy infinite might
Thy voice gently whispers – O father! we hear it
It whispers encouragement, hope & delight.
What a talent is life! 'tis the spark from whose bosom
Fire springs up a flame that heaven's portals hath risen.
'Tis a germ full of fruit – 'tis an embryo blossom
Whose flower born on earth sheds sends its fragrance to heaven.
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