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To leave my dear friends,
and with neighbors part,
And go from my home
it affects not my heart
Like thoughts of absenting
myself for a day
From the bless’d retreat
where I’ve chosen to pray.
Dear bow’r, where the pine
and the poplar have spread,
And wove with the branches
a roof o’er my head;
How oft have I knelt
on the evergreen there,
And poured out my soul
to my Savior in prayer.
The early shrill notes
of the loved nightingale
That dwelt in my bow’r
I observed as my bell,
To call me to duty,
while birds of the air
Sang anthems of praise
as I went to my prayer.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11
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Dates:
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1831
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE BOWER OF PRAYER
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11
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