And bless little Henry each hour in the day.

When up in the morning I rise from my bed,
O, let thy kind angels be plac'd o'er my head;
And when at my tasks, at my school, or my play,
Still bless little Henry each hour in the day.

When night spreads its shade o'er the waves of the deep,
And Henry is sunk in the stillness of sleep,
O, still let thy poor child be dear in thy sight,
And bless little Henry each hour in the night.

FINIS.