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CONCILIATION.
Graced be the hour when severed friends unite,
And loved the voice, whose softened tones endear,
Where the eye melting in its morning light,
Dispels the cloud, and glistens through a tear
And loved the voice, whose softened tones endear,
Where the eye melting in its morning light,
Dispels the cloud, and glistens through a tear
When the heart freed from doubt's entangling wile,
Nor joys, nor sorrows, but with pensive care,
Speaks to the wedded heart, in sigh, or smile,
And feels its questioned kindness answer there.
Nor joys, nor sorrows, but with pensive care,
Speaks to the wedded heart, in sigh, or smile,
And feels its questioned kindness answer there.
While the regretful silence seems to plead,
No more the timid hand its pledge denies;
No more shall hurried steps, in scorn proceed,
Nor anger flash from quick averted eyes.
No more the timid hand its pledge denies;
No more shall hurried steps, in scorn proceed,
Nor anger flash from quick averted eyes.
Steeled was the breast, that with a felon's heart,
Could, of confiding truth, its hope bereave;
Bid those whom heaven had joined, in madness part,
Grieving to live—and living but to grieve.
Could, of confiding truth, its hope bereave;
Bid those whom heaven had joined, in madness part,
Grieving to live—and living but to grieve.
Reproach, with flushing cheek, and phrenzied brow,
Sullen suspicion's cold regardless stare,
Whence is thy sway—and where that midnight now,
Which search'd the soul, and struck its horrors there
Sullen suspicion's cold regardless stare,
Whence is thy sway—and where that midnight now,
Which search'd the soul, and struck its horrors there
Truth came—and as the Saviour's glance adored.
Fell on the sealed eye, with opening ray;
Her guiding light on darkest error poured,
Gives mind to man, and clears its gloom away.
Fell on the sealed eye, with opening ray;
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Gives mind to man, and clears its gloom away.
Gives him to know, in blessing, to be blest,
One friend, his joys—his portioned griefs to share,
To find his refuge, in ONE sheltering breast,
Source of his hope—and partner of his care.
One friend, his joys—his portioned griefs to share,
To find his refuge, in ONE sheltering breast,
Source of his hope—and partner of his care.
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