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THE Sabbath sun was setting slow,
Amidst the clouds of even;
“Father, who art in Heaven !"
Beyond the earth, beyond the cloud,
Those infant words were given ;
Father, who art in Heaven!"
“Thy kingdom come,” still from the ground
That childlike voice did pray; “Thy kingdom come,” God's hosts resound,
Far up the starry way!
“Thy will be done,” with little tongue
That lisping love implores;
Sing from seraphic shores!