[Written for the Sentinel.]

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O Love, who didst the want supplyOf Hagar's famished son,And in the burning wildernessDidst make the streams to run,In this, the desert of my life,Again Thy will be done!

O Thou by whom that mother's prayer—Voiceless in her despair—Was heard and answered in the hourThat seemed to mock Thy care,Swift still to hear, for my great needRefreshment Thou'lt prepare.

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