Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . But that pale beam nor light nor warmthpojjefsd,As mid dark wintry night, one dijlantjtar; For Jlcknejs oer each charm had thrown itspall;The one Jad ray by deathlejs hope wasJhedBeyond the opning tombs myjlerious thrall;But Jhniles, tears, joy—all life clings to—had fled. The Jultry hour of fevers night is pajl;The gelid touch of Death chills me nomore;My pulje beats warm, and fond, and fajl;My heart owns life may yet have much injlore. My fpirit bounds to impuljcs divine. My Jbul rejponds to thrilling harmony ; Again I kneel with fervour at that j

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Voice of the heart; a wife's love-offering . But that pale beam nor light nor warmthpojjefsd,As mid dark wintry night, one dijlantjtar; For Jlcknejs oer each charm had thrown itspall;The one Jad ray by deathlejs hope wasJhedBeyond the opning tombs myjlerious thrall;But Jhniles, tears, joy—all life clings to—had fled. The Jultry hour of fevers night is pajl;The gelid touch of Death chills me nomore;My pulje beats warm, and fond, and fajl;My heart owns life may yet have much injlore. My fpirit bounds to impuljcs divine. My Jbul rejponds to thrilling harmony ; Again I kneel with fervour at that jhrineWhere Jujlice Jmiles, and kijQfes Charit3^ 5&^ Then Hcavn blcjs the hand to whom twas given,To lead me back to hope, and life, and love;To jbothe and cheer a breajl by tempcjls raije, on raptures wings, my thanks above.

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