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WHEN OTHERS SPOKE.
When others spoke of Glory's call,
Of Honour unassoil'd and true,
I thought of thee—for thou wert all
Of glory, honour, truth, I knew!
When others deem'd my hope deceiv'd,
And bade me of thine arts beware,
I dar'd not breathe what they believ'd—
And still thou hadst my constant prayer.
Of Honour unassoil'd and true,
I thought of thee—for thou wert all
Of glory, honour, truth, I knew!
When others deem'd my hope deceiv'd,
And bade me of thine arts beware,
I dar'd not breathe what they believ'd—
And still thou hadst my constant prayer.
When last they came our love to part,
Oh! harsh I deem'd their cold decree,
For I look'd only in my heart,
And it could see no fault in thee.
But, oh! that parting hour was blest,
Which stepp'd between my fate and thine,
For never fond and faithful breast
E'er worshipp'd at a falser shrine.
Oh! harsh I deem'd their cold decree,
For I look'd only in my heart,
And it could see no fault in thee.
But, oh! that parting hour was blest,
Which stepp'd between my fate and thine,
For never fond and faithful breast
E'er worshipp'd at a falser shrine.
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