Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . H li^. How didjl endure the Judden JlormWhich darkend crjl loves rojeate morn ?* Ah ! never did I fee thee Jhrink,At Gods command, that cup to drinkHe emptied to the dregs for year, though oft beneath the rod,Thy jleadfajl: Jbul hath firmly trodThe narrow path which leads to God. The flujh of loves beatitude,With manly, Chrijlian jawJl it cloud, and fade away ;For well thou knewjl that halcyon burning paler and lejs bright,Could neer go down in Jbrrows night. But let me ajli—art thou lejs kind, Devoted lejs in he

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Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . H li^. How didjl endure the Judden JlormWhich darkend crjl loves rojeate morn ?* Ah ! never did I fee thee Jhrink,At Gods command, that cup to drinkHe emptied to the dregs for year, though oft beneath the rod,Thy jleadfajl: Jbul hath firmly trodThe narrow path which leads to God. The flujh of loves beatitude,With manly, Chrijlian jawJl it cloud, and fade away ;For well thou knewjl that halcyon burning paler and lejs bright,Could neer go down in Jbrrows night. But let me ajli—art thou lejs kind, Devoted lejs in heart and mind. Than when at midnights tolling bell. All trembling oer with love and fear, Firjl fell on my enrapturd ear Thofe thrilling words, O Annie dear ? * The fevere illnels of my only fider.

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