This favored mansion deign to bless;
The cause is thine--send thou success!
788. L. M. Mrs. Nichols.
Anniversary of an Orphan Asylum.
1Our Father! we may lisp that name,
When lowly at thy feet we bow;
Thy little children lightly blame,
For thou'rt our only parent now!
2We are a stricken, humble band,
With hearts that thrill to words of love,