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BY 
 HARRIET McEWEN KIMBALJL__ 
 
 NOV 1 1887 ' J ' 
 
 NEW YORK Xjj'Or w,f^ 
 
 Anson D. F. Randolph & Comp 
 
 38 West Twenty- third Street 
 
 OOPYRIGHT. 1887. BT ANSON D. y. RANDOLPH & CO 
 
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'YVlITH loving-kindness curtain Thou my bed, 
 And cool in rest my burning pilgrim feet ; 
 Thy pardon be the pillow for my head, — 
 So shall my sleep be sweet. 
 
 At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee, 
 No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake ; 
 
 All's well, whichever side the grave for me 
 The morning light may break. 
 
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 Tj-'HE day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep, 
 My weary spirit seeks repose in thine 
 Father ! forgive my trespasses, and keep 
 This little life of mine. 
 
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HOMEWARD. 
 
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'jTTOMEWARD the swift-winged sea-gull takes her 
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 The ebbing tide breaks softer in the sand ; 
 The red-sailed boats draw shoreward for the night, 
 
 The shadows deepen over sea and land. 
 Be still, my soul, thine hour shall also come ; 
 Behold, one evening, God shall lead thee home. 
 
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 Tj^HE day dies slowly in the western sky, 
 
 The sunset splendor fades, and wan and cold 
 The far peaks wait the sunrise ; cheerily 
 
 The goatherd calls his wanderers to the fold. 
 My weary soul, that fain would cease to roam, 
 Take comfort ; evening bringeth all things home.