Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1858-08-22

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=. 1850 Ia the 'sNeW EBglaad Primer /" nore.
-. fTr score years ago, and ives probably then as
s5sDv years older, although some have aseribed It
81 d. watts. Mr.. Tower, In his g Pictorial Reas
dar" mentions ss fact related Of ). Q. Adams.
that during his long life he never retired 70 pea
without repeating the above prayer Of his
which learned from 9 mothers lips, he shad been
early taught to lisp. The PreEaning sentiment, 50
uubiimely simple, however ohidishly expressed 50
affected seme poet Of later days. as to originate one'
Of the most touching Little poems ~ our ian guAgs.
The name Of the author e not nov feneEaoeEeu
Int The beautiful production ought TO be immoF
taliEed By general republication every year
The dresruy night draws nigh
so sirs delicious hreathe minded doEera
And on the wings Of 1luuher creep the hours:
The moon e high;--
See youder tiny cot,
The lattice decked with vines-a tremulous ray
Staals oat to where the silver moon beans lays
Yet pales them mott
Within. two holy eyes,
Two iitts hands claspsd softiy. and brow
WHARF thought sits busy, weaving gal ands now
OF joys and s'ghs
For TIE swift coming yearsl
Two rosy lips with nnooept Eors n paFt;-
Thou must have ears
Snow lay me down to sleep,
tRay the Lord my soul 70 feeps
II should dc lefore wake,
/ pray he Lord my soul 70 take"
Doth 1t not nolssiess ops
The very aoOdgaes # thy heart, and make
better man Of thee for her sweet sake,
HersEss tsss ns r. forgot
70 whisper Now lag me,"o'g and o'er'
AZ thou ddst kneel uPen The sanded floor
Prom aaRS isstlvs hall
Where fas hing light and flushing gances vie,
And, rofed IN spiendor. mirth makes rsvelry-
Or the light hearted thrOngs,
To SWEEP the harp strings, and to join the dauce,
ne careless girl starts lightly as perctanCe,
The merry laugh, the Jest,
Come to her vision sopgl Of long ago,
When by her snowy couch she murmursd low,
That 3i single IL inf ts1t prayer;
Once more al home, she lays her jewels BY,
Throws hask the curis shatshnas her heavy eye,
Aud knesing there
With quivering lip and sigh,
Takes from her fingers vtiee the Sparkling rings,
l' So a.d doth tS si thoughtlsss dare
To SEX her rest, 'tiH she hath asked Of Heaven
TaAt al her sins through Christ may forgiven
Then comes The PRAYER
pray the Lord my soul to Keep,
Il I should ale before wake
pray the Lord my soul 70 take"
The warrior on the field,
After the battle, pillowing his head
Perhaps uPona fallen oOmrads dead,
Scorns not to yield
To the sweet memoriesef his childhood Z hour,
When fame Es hartered for crimson flower
The statesman gray,
His massive brow all hung with laurel leaves,
FOrgets his honOrs while his memnry
A picture OF that home, mid woods and streams
Where hoary mountains caught the suns first besms,-
cabin ruie--the wide fields glistening
The cattle yoked and muiely listening,
The farmers toll, the farmers fare, and best
OF earthly Injuries, the farmers rest -
But hsrk soft voice steals upon his heart
Nov your prayer, my son, before part:"
And clasplng his great hands--a child more,
- Upon his brest- for Eetting LIES long war
Thus hear him pray
:" Nov lay me down to sleep,
pray the Lord my soul to keep:
II should die before wake,
pray the Lord my soul 70 take"