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SONNET. THE SAME.
She long had yearned for perfect rest and peace;Her heart had gone before her to the skies,
To which she turned uplifted, wistful eyes,
Hoping that God would give her quick release;
For there the pangs of anguish ever cease,
Sin is no more, nor bitter tears, nor sighs,
But joys and pleasures of God's Paradise,
Which thro' the ages ever shall increase.
But most of all because her love was true,
Ardent and deep, longed she to be with Christ;
And with this strong desire another grew,
And nought but this her craving soul sufficed,
Hence her last words, “When all things are made new,
Will there be work for Him that I can do?”
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