C. P. M.
Jane Roscoe.
O God, to Thee, who first hast given
To mortal frame the spark of heaven,
I consecrate my powers;
Thine is its hoped eternity,
And Thine its earthly life shall be,
Through years, and days, and hours.
Here at Thy shrine I bow, resigned
Each struggling passion of my mind,
With all its hopes and fears;
To bend each thought to Thy control
Is the one wish that fills my soul,
Through all my future years.
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