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Rachel
Where are my children, whom from youth I raisedWith all a parent's love and gentle care;
That I might be by them forever praised,
And they with Me in all I have might share?
They have not known Me! see them bow the knee
To stocks and stones their death has given life;
And while enslaved rejoice that they are free,
Married, yet not to Me their lawful wife;
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Why will ye slight the offer of my rest?
The day is near when vain will be your cry
With the sharp sword and pestilence opprest;
Turn, turn to Me and I will be your shield,
Before the hour is come that has your slaughter sealed.
Poem No. 801; late 1838–early 1839
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