Whate’er the business of the day:
IF happy dreams have blessed thy sleep,
If startling fears have made thee weep,
With holy thoughts begin the day,
And ne’er, my child, forget to pray.
Pray Him by whom the birds are fed,
To give to thee thy daily bread:
If wealth his bounty should bestow,
Praise Him from whom all blessings flow:
If He who gave should take away,
O ne’er, my child, forget to pray.
The time will come when thou wilt miss
A father’s and a mother’s kiss;
And the, my child, perchance you’ll see
Some who in prayer ne’er bend the knee:
From such example turn away,
And ne’er, my child, forget to pray.
From Child’s book of Poetry