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And disannul the sentence

Which dooms my house to woe. Let tears of contrite love

My soul's pollution wash,

And more devout obedience prove

It

How I have felt the lash.

may

XI.

be God will hear me,

With loving mercy mild,

And send sweet hope to cheer me
For thee and for our child.
I felt his hand just now-

Methought its heat was gone,

And on his late so feverish brow
A blessed moisture shone.

XII.

He utter'd not at waking
Those piteous cries of pain;
His head's perpetual aching

Hath sunk to rest again.
And thou art slumbering still-

I hear thee breathing deep;

God save thee from all threaten'd ill By this refreshing sleep.

XIII.

Two sufferers meek and lowly
Have ye together been;
Thy heart, with patience holy
And humble faith, serene:

His pains so sweetly borne
Could ne'er have been, I

guess,

Had God not soothed his heart forlorn

With his own tenderness.

XIV.

The dawn at length is breaking

In yon clear frosty skies; Our servants now are shaking The slumber from their eyes. O may the coming day

Bring health and peace to you, And summon me stern duty's way More straightly to pursue.

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All things look old and grey;

There's nought below

But death and woe

Shall we love this world? O nay!

III.

Away! away! away!

Heaven's fields are bright and gay;

And our child dwells there

In the brightest air

Shall we follow him thither? O yea!

IV.

Away! away! away!

Though rugged and steep's the way,
Our child looks down

In his sunbright crown

Shall he look in vain?

V.

Away! away! away!

O nay!

In the grave where Jesus lay-
Where our child lies now,
Shall I and thou

Sleep sound, sweet love? O yea!

VI.

Away! away! away!

To the realms of eternal day;

Our path we must win

Against sorrow and sin

Shall we falter or faint? O nay!

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V.

Away! away! away!

A treasure we leave for aye,
Which shall mark a track
For our fond hearts back

To thee and to thine, Herne Bay.

VI.

Away! away! away!

Let's weep no more, but pray
That each aching breast
Of us four may rest

As the fifth rests in Herne Bay.

STANZAS.

I.

WAS this too needed? must even thou,
So firm in faith, so meek of heart,
So chasten'd by long suffering, bow
Once more beneath a bitterer smart
Than earth's worst sorrows can impart
To any unregenerate soul?

Must thou, enfranchised as thou art

So nearly from sin's dark controul,

Still bleed beneath the stripes which make us sinners whole?

II.

I thought (ah vain and selfish thought!)
That all thy chastisements were o'er;

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