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THE LIFE THAT IS.
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To the kind toils that ever pleased thee best, The willing tasks of love, that made life dear.
Welcome to grasp of friendly hands; to prayers Offered where crowds in reverent worship come,Or softly breathed amid the tender cares And loving inmates of thy quiet home.
Thou bring'st no tidings of the better land, Even from its verge; the mysteries opened thereAre what the faithful heart may understand In its still depths, yet words may not declare.
And well I deem, that, from the brighter side Of life's dim border, some o'erflowing raysStreamed from the inner glory, shall abide Upon thy spirit through the coming days.
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