Prayer - O Thou Dread Power [Lying at a Rev. Friend's house one night, the author left the following verses in the room where he slept]


O Thou dread Pow'r, who reign'st above! I know Thou wilt me hear; When for this scene of peace and love, I make this pray'r sincere. The hoary Sire - the mortal stroke, Long, long be pleas'd to spare; To bless his little filial flock, And show what good men are. She, who her lovely Offspring eyes With tender hopes and fears, O bless her with a Mother's joys, But spare a Mother's tears! Their hope, their stay, their darling youth, In manhood's dawning blush, Bless him, Thou God of love and truth, Up to a Parent's wish. The beauteous, seraph Sister-band With earnest tears I pray, Thou know'st the snares on ev'ry hand, Guide Thou their steps alway. When, soon or late, they reach that coast, O'er life's rough ocean driven, May they rejoice, no wand'rer lost, A family in Heaven!

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Tam Dean Burn

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1786 and is read here by Tam Dean Burn.

Themes for this poem

religion family life

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