এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা প্রয়োজন।
ه/وl Father dear Father I would be closer yetBut thou must draw me, else I cannot come. Thine arm is not enough-where else can I repose But on Thy loving breast? Soft pillowed there For ever let me lie Weary and weak, My feet had stumbled on this rugged way, Had'st thou not held my hand; and now I'm come Close to the narrow stream-E'en should its waters Roar and Waves swell high-Thine everlasting arms Shall bear me safely through-its floods can ne'er O'erwhelm. Father ! Thou lov'st thy childI do not doubt-but will "Lean Hard.'
