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ON THE BIRTH OF AN INFANT.
Welcome, my darling, to thy mother's heart,—
A gift from God, a precious trust, thou art;
A soul confided to thy parent's care,
To train for heaven and Christ's blest mansion there.
A gift from God, a precious trust, thou art;
A soul confided to thy parent's care,
To train for heaven and Christ's blest mansion there.
Like Moses in his ark of reeds and mud,
Thy fragile bark floats on a troubled flood,
Launched on the waves of this world's stormy tide,
More dangerous than Egyptia's waters wide.
Thy fragile bark floats on a troubled flood,
Launched on the waves of this world's stormy tide,
More dangerous than Egyptia's waters wide.
But the same God who interposed to save,
And snatched him from the Nile's o'erwhelming wave,—
That providence which Pharaoh's daughter sent,
And to her heart his tears made eloquent,
And snatched him from the Nile's o'erwhelming wave,—
That providence which Pharaoh's daughter sent,
And to her heart his tears made eloquent,
