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Rh But, oh! my spirit burned within,

My heart beat full and fast!

He came not nigh—he went away—

And then my joy was past.

And yet my comrades marked it not:

My voice was still the same;

They saw me smile, and o'er my face

No signs of sadness came.

They little knew my hidden thoughts;

And they will never know

The aching anguish of my heart,

The bitter burning woe!

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THE MISSIONARY.

, vessel, plough the British main,

Seek the free ocean's wider plain;

Leave English scenes and English skies,

Unbind, dissever English ties;

Bear me to climes remote and strange,

Where altered life, fast-following change,

Hot action, never-ceasing toil,

Shall stir, turn, dig, the spirit's soil;