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 All my dreams before thy throne, O God, I slay;

These my offerings let be,

These my sacrifice to thee—

Give her life to see the altar's light one day.

"Hurry here! O get the doctors—call the nurse—

Call the priest—be quick—some more digitaline—

He is here, alas! before you all—a hearse."

Death has passed us by; take up the violin!

To Thy heart my music fain would find its way;

Every sound Thy grace would earn;

Let it not as sad return—

Give her life to see the altar's light one day.

Every wound and every sigh and groan and tear,

Every drop of Saada's melting flesh and hope

Now ascend, wrapt in this music, pale and blear—

Around Thy throne, in gyves of pain, they blindly grope.

What remains, what's gone of her before Thee lay:

Faith and Doubt are at Thy door—

Mother, brother, pray, implore—

Give her life to see the altar's light one day.