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 Each one as all its fellows green,

Alternating with dimpling dales,

And meadows silvered with the sheen

Of rippling grass, that like the sea

In billowy swells moved bright and free.

"From out this emerald waste there came

One soft spring eve, two women dear,

Who ran to me, and called my name,

And kissed my cheek, with many a tear,

As we had sisters been, whose ways

Long parted, here together drew;

I gave the loving Father praise

Who brought them every danger through,

And granted me to see a face

Once more of my own sex and race."

"One moment: tell me why were you

Apart from others of your kind."

"The church appointed us to view

The wilderness, and somewhere find

A spot to found a mission. Here

We fixed our post; and here we taught

The blessed word from year to year."

"And found your teaching come to naught?"

"Ah, who shall say? We kept the faith;

Fought the good fight, for life or death."

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