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12 SONGS PROM THE ST. LAWRENCE. |
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For this I love thee! and however far
Distance or time divide— However long my devious wanderings are,
However wide— I never, never, can such deeds forget:
Oft, oft shall flying years Bring back the thoughts, which make my eyes grow wet
With grateful tears. |
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A RESPONSE.
Our hearts were made for each other, and they shall throb together.—Extract from a Letter.
Yes, they shall throb together, With the same deeply fervid glow, Through scenes of happiness and woe,—
In bright and stormy weather.
O ! they shall thrill the same At pure Religion's holy shrine, And catch a transport all divine
At Jesus'*sacred name.
This heart shall always feel The same delight that moves thine own— The rapturous gush, the mystic tone,
Deep through its fibres steal. |
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