Poems (Angier)/A Mother's Prayer
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A MOTHER'S PRAYER.
Maker! Saviour! Father! Friend!Thine ear to my petition lend,And let the holy Three in OneVouchsafe to guide and bless my son.For him I ask not fame or wealth,Nor length of days, nor even health;These are but fleeting boons of earth,Though valued much, they're little worthFar higher blessings would I craveFor him—a hope beyond the grave.That when on life's rough ocean drivenHis anchor-hold may ne'er be riven;That wings of love may shield my childWhen storms are raging fierce and wild;That rays of light may beam on himWhen faith is weak and sight grows dim;That all may wiser, better be.By his example led to thee;His time thus spent, fulfilled Life's task,Then grant him heaven—'tis all I ask.