Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.
James Montgomery
Yet nightly pitch my moving ...
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A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.
James Montgomery
Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.
James Montgomery
Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
James Montgomery
