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The Minister At The Family Altar Post by :ear1less Category :Poems Author :Sarah S. Mower Date :November 2011 Read :3274

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The Minister At The Family Altar

COMPOSED FOR THE REV. W. FOSS, OF LEEDS.


The father, still in manhood's prime,
Was bowed in humble prayer;
His partner, fair as when a bride,
Was kneeling by him there.

Reclining on a sister's arm,
The babe found sweet repose;
While from the heart, in accents warm,
The father's prayer arose.

And, fair as rosebuds bathed in dew;
By morning zephyrs fanned,
A blooming group of loved ones, too,
Was ranged on either hand.

As many children God had given,
As good old Jacob had;
That he might meet them all in heaven,
How fervently he prayed.

What deep emotions filled my breast,
That scene my spirit stirred;
Will not that family be blessed,
That prayer in heaven be heard?

Though oft his duty calls abroad,
Salvation's news to bear,
The father leaves his charge with God,
Confiding in his care.


(The end)
Sarah S. Mower's poem: Minister At The Family Altar

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