Child, amidst the flowers at play, br While the red light fades away; br Mother, with thine earnest eye, br Ever following silently; br Father, by the breeze of eve, br Call'd thy harvest-work to leave - br Pray: ere yet the dark hours be, br Lift the heart, and bend the knee! br br Traveller, in the stranger's land, br Far from thine own household band; br Mourner, haunted by the tone br Of a voice from this world gone; br Captive, in whose narrow cell br Sunshine hath not leave to dwell; br Sailor, on the dark'ning sea- br Lift the heart, and bend the knee! br br Warrior, that from battle won, br Breathest now at set of sun; br Woman, o'er the lowly slain, br Weeping on his burial plain: br Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, br Kindred by one holy tie, br Heaven's first star alike ye see- br Lift the heart, and bend the knee!br br Felicia Dorothea Hemansbr br