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“I WAS A STRANGER AND YE TOOK ME IN.’
Tossed on the stormy waves of time,
By sternest cares oppressed,
I sought and found in Northern clime
A holy place of rest.
By sternest cares oppressed,
I sought and found in Northern clime
A holy place of rest.
Blessed, thrice blessed be this spot,
Abiding place of peace,—
May trouble's hand pollute it not,
And only joys increase.
Abiding place of peace,—
May trouble's hand pollute it not,
And only joys increase.
And you, fair Annie, may your days
Be fraught with joy and lightness;
May thornless flowers bestrew your ways,
And all your hours be brightness.
Be fraught with joy and lightness;
May thornless flowers bestrew your ways,
And all your hours be brightness.
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