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the deep wilderness unseen she prayed, The daughter of Jerusalem; alone, With all the still small whispers of the night, And with the searching glances of the stars, And with her God, alone:—she lifted up Her sweet, sad voice, and, trembling o'er her head, The dark leaves thrilled with prayer—the tearful prayer Of woman's quenchless, yet repentant love.