134 A COTTAGE SCENE.

And bright-eyed violets ; but, most of all,

When I beheld mild slumbering Innocence,

And on that young maternal brow the smile

Of those affections which do purify

And renovate the soul, I turned me back

In gladness, and with added strength, to run

My weary race lifting a thankful prayer

To Him who showed me some bright tints of heaven

Here on the earth, that I might safer walk

And firmer combat sin, and surer rise

From earth to heaven.

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