Childhood's Piety

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Title:     Childhood's Piety
Author: Lydia H. Sigourney [More Titles by Sigourney]

If the meek faith that Jesus taught,
Admission fail to gain
Neath domes with wealth and splendour fraught,
Where dwell a haughty train,

Turn to the humble hearth and see
The Mother's tender care,
Luring the nursling on her knee
To link the words of prayer:

Or to the little bed, where kneels
The child with heaven-raised eye,
And all its guileless soul reveals
To Him who rules the sky;

Where the young babe's first lispings keep
So bright the parents tear,
The "Now, I lay me down to sleep,"
That angels love to hear.

[The end]
Lydia H. Sigourney's poem: Childhood's Piety

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