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CONFIDENCE IN HEAVEN. 
Let the scholar and divine 
Tell us how to pray aright 
Let the truths of gospel shine 
With their precious ballowed light: 

But the prayer a mother taught 
Is to me a matchless one; 
Eloquent and spirit-fraught 
Are the words, — “ Thy will be done.” 
I have searched the sacred page, 
I have heard the godly speech j 
But the love of saint or sage 
Nothing holier can teach. 
They have served in pressing need 
Have nerved my heart in every task ; 
And howsoe’er my breast may bieed 
No other balm of prayer I a 
When my whitened lips declare 
Life’s last sands have almost run, 
May the dying breath they bear 
Murmur forth, — ‘Thy will be done.’ 
Eis CcoK. 
FLORA’S ALBUM. 43 
Flowering Reed. 
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