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Many a voice has echoed the cry for "a lull in life,"
Fainting under the noontide, fainting under the strife. |
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Oh for a burst of song,
Exultant, deep, and strong, |
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She is at rest,
In God's own presence blest, |
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Thine eyes shall see! Yes, thine, who, blind erewhile,
Now trembling towards the new-found light dost flee, |
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