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A Grace Before Meat

[Pronounced, tradition says, at the table of Mrs. Riddel, of
Woodleigh-Park.]

    O thou in whom we live and move,
      Who mad'st the sea and shore,
    Thy goodness constantly we prove,
      And grateful would adore.
    And if it please thee, Power above,
      Still grant us with such store,
    The friend we trust, the fair we love,
      And we desire no more.

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