...cease only by issuing in praise ! London, Oct. 2lst, 1846. POETRY. THE HOUR OF PRAYER. BY MES. HEMANS. CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light...fades away ; Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever watching silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve, Call'd thy harvest-work to leave ; Pray, ere yet...

...the Lord; and like a hammer that breaketh the rook in pieces ?" — Robert Hall. THE HOUR OF PRAYEB. CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light...following silently ; : Father, by the breeze of eve, ; Called thy harvest work to leave ; Pray, ere yet the dark hours be — ; Lift the heart and bend...

...and we know not that we can do better than take the following poem, which has the same signature. « THE HOUR OF PRAYER. ( Child, amidst the flowers at...following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy harvest-work to leave ; — Pray ! — Ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend...

...ike "Amulet, or Christian and Literary Remembrancer for 1827."] The Hour of Prayer. By Mrs. Hemans. CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light...following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Called thy harvest- work to leave ; — Pray ! — Ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend...

...Heber, thine ! whose memory from the dead, Shines as the star which to the Saviour led. THE HOUR OP PRAYER. CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the...following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve Call'il thy harvest-work to leave ; Pray ! — ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the...

...happier. -Vt THE HOUR OF PRAYER. f'iriin, amidst the flowers at play, While the red lijfhl fades nway ;— MOTHER, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently; FATHER, by the breeze of eve Called thy harvest-work to leave ;—# '' I'ray !—Ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend...

...power endon'd, To cheer and guide us, onward as we press ; Yet one more image, on the heart bestow'd, To dwell there, beautiful in holiness! Thine, Heber,...the breeze of eve Call'd thy harvest-work to leave ; Fray '.—:ra yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee ! Traveller, in the stranger's...

...long silent dust shall burst With shouts of endless praise. HK White. • ••• • ,*• i .1 THE HOUR OF PRAYER. Child, amidst the flowers at play,...following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve, Called thy harvest work to leave ; Pray ! ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the knee....

...opinion is swallowed up of religion. FVom " The ¿mulet." THE HOUR OF PRAYER. ВТ MRS. ВЕМЛН8. Child, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light...following silently ; Father, by the breeze of eve, Called thy harvest-wovk to leave; — Pray ! Ere yet the dark hours be, Lift the heart and bend the...

...specimens of poetry, which we trust will interest our readers. THE HOUR OF PRAYEK. BY MRS. HEMANS. CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, While the red light...Mother, with thine earnest eye, Ever following silently ; 94 Father, by the breeze of eve, Called thy harvest-work to leave ; — Ptay ! Ere yet the dark hours...