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For as thy infant years pass by,
 Then childhood follows fast;
And youth then hastens recklessly;
 Stern manhood comes at last,—

And hurries down the rapid stream
 Of Time, thy fragile form;
But may no clouds e'er intervene,
 To chill thy feelings warm.
May all thy days on earth be blest
 With Heaven's protecting power;
May virtue dwell within thy breast,
 Religion be a flower—

A never-fading flower to live
 In thy expanding soul;
Its heavenly influence to give
 A charm throughout the whole.
And when thy little accents mild,
 Pours forth the fervent prayer,
That God would keep a little child
 In his Almighty care:—

Pray, Albert, for thy parents too,
 And humbly bend the knee;
Pray that their ills in life be few,
 For they have prayed for thee.