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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume XIII, Issue 582, 1 June 1868, Page 4

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SALT Pit AY IMG, lowly, savin" slowly I ISLcrt ami siniate iiji'.mtV prayer, I ;; words bod: o, an 1 scar'.-!; spoken, Angels bending closely there ; And our great God throned in splendor. King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Hearing, 'mid the mighty thunder Every one of hahv's words. Thunder of the nation's making, As they pour their loud a. claim. Thunder of the heavens shaking, Where the lightnings burst to llarae. "xalaer, inuiuer, tisier, undlier. And good Margery, ray nurse,” These she prays for, daily prays for: Then repeats her pretty verse AH about the tiny sparrows, And the lilies white and tall, And in heaven the long bright star-rows, And the God that made them all; These, and names of olden story, Joseph, Moses, Samuel, And Himself, the Lord of Glory, Who became a child as well. Guileless baby 1 Ah, it may be. She can better pray than we ; Touching nearly, seeing clearlv. What to us is mystery. Blie lias learnt her little lesson— Knows it: does she know no more? Fewer far the sin? that press on Her young heart to cloud it o’er. We have thoughts our minds dismaying, That from guilt’s dark problem rise; And they come when we are praying— Thoughts men c curious than wise, little maiden, lightly laden With the cares that make us sigh ; Thine no sorrow of to-morrow Chequering this evening’s sky; Thine no night without its slumber, Mor without Us sun the day; Thine no griefs wo may not number. And with kisses charm away. Silken are thy baby tresses; Ours are shot with early frost: Komi and trustful thy caresses ; Our affections co.d and crost.