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SONNET.
[Dost thou still live, or is thy trial o'er]
Dost thou still live, or is thy trial o'er,Thou saintly sufferer, whom, at duty's call,
Reluctantly I left in mortal thrall,
At strife with death in conflict dread and sore?—
Hath pain dominion over thee no more,
From earthly bonds deliver'd once for all?
Dost thou, secure within Christ's presence-hall,
Him whom thou lovedst face to face adore?
In Paradise—on earth—where'er thou art,
Still in the flesh imprison'd, or set free,—
O may'st thou yet retain thy human heart,
And still sometimes, beloved, think of me,
And of the grace vouchsafed me to impart
Celestial comfort to thine agony.
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