Poems (Helen Jenkins)/To Fred

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TO FRED.
Thy tender, watchful, loving care Gives me the sweetest joy.It makes all burdens light as air, The roughest places smooth and fair.I pray, God bless my boy.
O give him every perfect gift! May he be good and pure,Never in sin or doubt adrift!His soul in Thy strong arms uplift To heights sublime and sure.
May he, by faith's unerring light, The All-Father, God, adore!May no dark shadows dim his sight!Wisdom and strength to do the right O give him evermore!


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