  Father of every age, Of every rolling sphere, Help us to write a deathless page Of truth, this dawning year! Help us to humbly bow To Thy all-wise behest— Whate'er the gift of joy or woe, Knowing Thou knowest best. Aid our poor soul to sing Above the tempest's glee; Give us the eagle's fearless wing, The dove's to soar to Thee! All-merciful and good, Hover the homeless heart! Give us this day our daily food In knowing what Thou art! Swampscott, Mass., January 1, 1868. |
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