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To dwell, in that imperishable bond Before thee linked, for ever. Hear, through Him Who meekly drank the cup of agony, Who passed through death to victory, hear and save! Pity us, Father! we are girt with snares; Father in Heaven! we have no help but thee. [They rise. Is thy soul strengthened, my beloved one? O Edith! couldst thou lift up thy sweet voice, And sing me that old solemn-breathing hymn We loved in happier days—the strain which tells Of the dread conflict in the olive shade? [She sings.