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THE MOTHER'S EVENING PRAYER 

 6	O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
  	    O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
  	Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight! 
 9	    Keep Thou my child on upward wing to-night. 

  	Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
  	    Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
12	His habitation high is here, and nigh,
  	    His arm encircles me, and mine, and all. 

  	O make me glad for every scalding tear,
15	    For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! 
  	Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
  	    No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain. 

18	Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
  	    In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
  	Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
21	    "Lo, I am with you alway," — watch and pray. 

  	No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
  	    No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
24	When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,
  	    And mother finds her home and heavenly rest.