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, three dramatis _personce are quite real in their sins , temptations or triumph . "We should rejoice to see many a noble passage of our
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them for the benefit of our readers . " love in sorrow .
" What Ceaseless shall I as do star for s thee around ? Thou the great hast white my prayers throne , ; heaven bears
No passing angel but to Th Y y nam il e wrea th th'd path round with come some and sweet orison :
While Taking ev I deliberate stand on y still aim a may looker to lay on thee to low go , , prove
The penury and weakness , of my , love . * How Full shall duteousl I comfort thee th ? griefs My tears they wait are thine ; ,
If If thou thou art art wron lonel y g upon 'd y the I am bitterness y desolate is ; mine , the darkness lies
Yet Still still the 1 drops upon th gather y brow in thy plaintive eyes , , The I cannot nails are sharp , the one cross wei for g thee hs he . avily ,
weep away pang u The must The midni tempest behold ght deepens thee threatens wounded , and , and I , cannot tempted I cannot guide , shiel tried ; d , ;
O , What agony boots 1 I may that behold altar in thee my y heart ield ! , whereon And Thy royal safe and image guarded stands from , unbreath irreverent ' d upon glance
With such array of helpless vigilance ? But ! have the
46 Owere this all ! no I power Or , To , niggard grieve in thee my by fears unwary , to miss tone tim the or hour deed of need ,
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1863, page 315, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071863/page/27/
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