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94 That hatred of all sinful ways—

That gentle charity?

Are these the symptoms of a heart

Of heavenly grace bereft:

For ever banished from its God,

To Satan's fury left?

Yet, should thy darkest fears be true,

If Heaven be so severe,

That such a soul as thine is lost,—

Oh! how shall I appear?

.

REGRET.

ago I wished to leave

"The house where I was born;"

Long ago I used to grieve,

My home seemed so forlorn.

In other years, its silent rooms

Were filled with haunting fears;

Now, their very memory comes

O'ercharged with tender tears.