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A Child's Evening Prayer Post by :a2zmac Category :Poems Author :Samuel Taylor Coleridge Date :August 2011 Read :1308

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A Child's Evening Prayer

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say:
O God! preserve my mother dear
In strength and health for many a year;
And, O! preserve my father too,
And may I pay him reverence due;
And may I my best thoughts employ
To be my parents' hope and joy;
And O! preserve my brothers both
From evil doings and from sloth,
And may we always love each other
Our friends, our father, and our mother:
And still, O Lord, to me impart
An innocent and grateful heart,
That after my great sleep I may
Awake to thy eternal day! _Amen._


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Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Child's Evening Prayer

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