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There is a something sweet and pure,—
Through life, through death, it may endure;
With steady foot I onward press,
And long to win that blessedness.
It hath no shadow, this soft light,
But makes each daily duty bright:
It bids each heart-born tumult cease,
And sobers joy to quiet peace.
An all-abiding sense of Love,
In silence falling from above;
A conscience clear from wilful sin,
That hath no subterfuge within;
Fixed duty claiming every power,
And human love to charm each hour,—
I ask no more, I seek no less:
These, these, my soul, make blessedness!
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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MUSIC
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NIAGARA
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