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The Memory of the Just is blessed.—Mrs. Sigourney.
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The Memory of the Just is blessed.—Mrs. Sigourney.
Thou too, blest Raikes—philanthropist divine—Who, all unconscious what thy hands had done,
Didst plant that germ, whose glorious fruit shall shine
When from his throne doth fall yon darkened sun,—
The Sabbath bell, the Teacher's hallowed lore,
The countless throng from childhood's snares set free,
Who in sweet strains the Sire of Heaven adore,
Shall point in solemn gratitude to thee.
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A martyr pale, on Asia's burning sod?
Who cheered his spirit as it onward past
From its frail house of clay?—The hosts of God.
Oh! ye who trust, when earthly toils shall cease,
To find a home in heaven's unfading clime,
Drink deeper at the fountain head of peace,
And cleanse your spirits for that world sublime!
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