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a RICH legacy". 305
EVENING PRAYER. Jesus, as Lsink to rest,
On my pillow now, Let me lean upon thy breast,
Hold my aching brow! Thus, when I must sink in death.
Be, my Saviour, near— Let me pour my latest breath
Into thy list'ning ear.
A RICH LEGACY.
[Few children are left with such a heritage as yours—a thousand prayers of a devout mother had in remembrance before God.—Mkmoies of Mks. Dwight.]
Wouldst thou covet stores of gold, Richest mines of wealth untold ? With thy child can riches stay? Nay, they swiftly pass away ; Bubbles they have proved to be, Empty bubbles on life's sea.
Wouldst thou have his dear, dear name Blazon'd on the scroll of fame ? Like the breeze that hurries past, Earthly fame can never last; 'T is a sound along the shore, An echo that returns no more.