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A QUESTION. 419
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LXYL— A QUESTION.
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I will rejoice—my heart is glad, There i...
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A Question. 419
A QUESTION . 419
Lxyl— A Question.
LXYL— A QUESTION .
I Will Rejoice—My Heart Is Glad, There I...
I will rejoice—my heart is glad , There is a note in Nature ' s song ,
To which I must respond , or I Shall do myself a grievous wrong .
We ought to store a thought of joy , ; To cheer the spirit when it grieves ;
As summer rambles in the woods , Give pleasant thoughts for _winters eves .
There is a sight that will repay The toil of many a weary mile ;
A hoary ho s ma till n remember , alone and s how poor t , o smile !
And such an one I wish to prove , And therefore let no pleasure fade ,
Till I have plucked a leaf to be In Memory ' s cheerful storehouse laid .
O tell me not of earth ' s farewells , Of yearninghelplesshopeless love ;
Think not I do , not know , the tale , But still the sky is blue above .
The birds still sing , the children laugh , And ive their sweet unbidden kiss ;
g Could God have meant our lives . for woe , And placed us in a world like this ?
J . F .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Aug. 1, 1864, page 419, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01081864/page/59/
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