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A CHANGE. 81?
Let thy spirit from its fulness There unburthen all its load ;
Freely pouring forth in secret, All its deep desires to God.
Then the earnest of the Spirit May unto thy soul be given—
The seal of thine inheritance, • The " signet seal of Heaven."
Thou may'st find it when a shadow Rests upon the earth and sky,
At the stilly hour of twilight, When the zephyrs murmur by.
Again I sought the friendly hearth, That once resounded with the mirth
Of childhood's thoughtless heart/ That sacred fireside where I met The friends, whose mem'ry lingers yet,
And will not soon depart.
A happy group once gather'd there: I 've mingled with them when at prayer,
Before their altar bow'd; 1 've joined them many a happy hour— Ah, mem'ry speaks with thrilling power!
How fast her visions crowd!