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This faith sustained the Lady's soul;As there in loneliness she stood,
A tranquil trusting o'er her stole,—
God could protect her, and he would.
And though the East was coffin black,
And not a star sent down its ray,
Yet she could keep the narrow track
She knew so well by day,—
An Indian trail that reached the Spring;
And surely not a living thing
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And yet her step was very light.
Camilla's footing scarce could pass
More lightly o'er the feathery grass;
Cornelia's soul was not more true—
The Lady had her jewel too;
Her son's sweet face seemed ever present,
—For his dear sake the toil was pleasant:
Thus God upholds the mother's love,
And aids her from His strength above.
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