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62 It speaks, perhaps, of promises we've broken, Of bright hopes we have killed ; Of words of kindness we have left unspoken, And duties unfulfilled ; Of some weak brother, fallen now past hoping, Whose feet we might have stayed ; Some erring sister in the darkness groping, To whom we gave no aid. Anon, it utters words of solemn warning, " Repent, believe, obey ; " And we resolve, but with the light of morning We put such thoughts away. Oh, hear the voice ! oh, heed its earnest pleading While there are time and room, Lest, at the last, upon thy ear unheeding It peal, the trump of doom.