ON THE BIRTH OF AN INFANT.
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His fate o'erruled, and He whose word can save
Caused her to draw him from his watery grave,
And take him for her own,—that Hebrew boy
Whom cruel Pharaoh's mandate would destroy,—
Caused her to draw him from his watery grave,
And take him for her own,—that Hebrew boy
Whom cruel Pharaoh's mandate would destroy,—
That providence, my babe, can shelter thee
From all the storms of life's tempestuous sea,
And bear thee safely to that happy shore
Where all its waves and storms can reach no more.
From all the storms of life's tempestuous sea,
And bear thee safely to that happy shore
Where all its waves and storms can reach no more.
