STJN-DEW. 



And yet so lowly ; 

 Hiding thy crimson floss 



And jewell'd head 

 Among the di-ipping moss, 



Thy chosen bed. 



How happy were I, 

 If my baptismal dew 



Still shone as bright 

 As when brought forth anew 

 To life and light*. 



God grant me mercy ! 

 That Faith's eternal crown 



May yet be mine, — 

 When Christ to earth comes down 



With pomp divine. 



t 1 John V. 11, 12. 



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^te., 



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