
ved, 
THE POLTRY OF FLOWazks. 
Waile incense, from your grateful hearts, 
Like prayer ascends to heaven ; 
And kindly dew, and starry light, 
Are answering blessings given. 
‘“ Ask and ye shall receive,’ you seem 
To whisper to my heart, 
And move me in your worshipping 
To take an active part. 
Sweet teachers! ’tis an hour for prayer, 
When hush’d are sounds of mirth, 
And slumber rests his balmy wing 
Upon the weary earth: 
When all the ties that bind the soul 
To worldliness, are riven— 
Then heart-felt prayers, like loosen’ { birds 
Will wing their way to heaven, 














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