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58 Sister!—toils and ills Henceforth are past, for knowledge without pain, A free, translucent, everlasting tide, Doth fill thy spirit. Thou no more hast need Of man's protecting arm,—for thou may'st lean On His unchanging throne, who was thy trust Even from thine early days. 'Tis well! 'Tis well! Saviour of souls!—I thank thee for her bliss.