2d June.
A PRAYER.
Father in heaven! from whom the simplest flower,
On the high Alps or fiery desert thrown,
Draws not sweet odour or young life alone,
But the deep virtue of an inborn power,
To cheer the wanderer in his fainting hour
With thoughts of Thee—to strengthen, to infuse
Faith, love, and courage, by the tender hues
That speak thy presence! oh, with such a dower