The Gipsy's Prayer

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Title:     The Gipsy's Prayer
Author: Samuel G. Goodrich [More Titles by Goodrich]

Our altar is the dewy sod--
Our temple yon blue throne of God:
No priestly rite our souls to bind--
We bow before the Almighty Mind.

Oh, Thou whose realm is wide as air--
Thou wilt not spurn the Gipsies' prayer:
Though banned and barred by all beside,
Be Thou the Outcast's guard and guide.

Poor fragments of a Nation wrecked--
Its story whelmed in Time's neglect--
We drift unheeded on the wave,
If God refuse the lost to save.

Yet though we name no Fatherland--
And though we clasp no kindred hand--
Though houseless, homeless wanderers we--
Oh give us Hope, and Heaven with Thee!

[The end]
Samuel G. Goodrich's poem: Gipsy's Prayer

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