"Call to Prayer" by H. Ware

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To prayer! to prayer! for the morning breaks,

And earth in her Maker’s smile awakes.

His light is on all below & above —

The light of gladness, and life, and love.

Oh! then on the breath of this early air,

Send upward the incense of grateful prayer.

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"Call to Prayer" by H. Ware

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