And found a home, far, far away,
At last, among the deserts wild.

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EVENING HYMN.


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The bird within its nest
Has sung its evening hymn,
And I must go to quiet rest,
As the bright west grows dim.

I see the twinkling star,
That, when the sun has gone,
Is shining out the first afar,
To tell us day is done.

If on this day I've been
A selfish, naughty child,
May God forgive the wrong I've done,
And make me kind and mild.

May he still bless and keep
My father, mother dear;