THE DYING INDIAN'S DREAM 67 " Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are; Here on His breast I lean my head. And breathe my life out sweetly there." IX. We watch the dying man meanwhile, His face all radiant with a smile; His lips still move as if in prayer, A prayer we may not fully share; But One is near whose gracious ear, The deep, unuttered groan can hear. Nor need we doubt or judge amiss, What the heart's inmost yearning is. The quivering lip, the tearful eye, Can well attest the earnest cry, Of the stirred soul's deep agony; And taught of God , we join the prayer, We may not fully hear or share. Our eyes and hearts to Heaven we raise, While thus the dying Indian prays:— K God of eternal Love, Look from Thy throne above, Bow down Thy gracious ear, My dying prayer to hear; Fulfil Thy promises, Thy promises to bless The widow and the fatherless. Grant this last boon I crave! May they have bread when I am dead, And by Thy bounty still be fed When I am in my grave. Better than earthly father's care, Oh! may they in Thy goodness share! Grant them all needed good; For soul and body, food;