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THE RECONCILIATION.
Am I forgiven? Yet say those words again,
Banishing every trace of every fear,
Bringing back Hope with all its laughing train,
Hope—that each brief estrangement makes more dear.
Banishing every trace of every fear,
Bringing back Hope with all its laughing train,
Hope—that each brief estrangement makes more dear.
Ever-o'erpoweringly within my heart,
Thy blessed forbearance shall remembered dwell,
Causing full many a tear of love to start;
Full many a sigh of o'erwrought bliss to swell!
Thy blessed forbearance shall remembered dwell,
Causing full many a tear of love to start;
Full many a sigh of o'erwrought bliss to swell!
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Repeat those cherished accents, that restored
Hope and existence to my suffering spirit;
Happier, to owe my happiness,—Adored!
To thy sweet mercy, than to mine own merit!
Hope and existence to my suffering spirit;
Happier, to owe my happiness,—Adored!
To thy sweet mercy, than to mine own merit!
Yet, dear one of my heart! sole treasure there—
Thou kind and true, beyond all power to express,
Proud should I now become, might I but dare
Measure my merit by my happiness!
Thou kind and true, beyond all power to express,
Proud should I now become, might I but dare
Measure my merit by my happiness!
Make not offending almost sweet to me,
By such rich reconcilement, full and deep;
Draw not repentance near to ecstasy,
By all the Love I waken when I weep.
By such rich reconcilement, full and deep;
Draw not repentance near to ecstasy,
By all the Love I waken when I weep.
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