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This treasure, sent from thee, too much the ark Fraught with mine earthward-clinging happiness, Forgetting Him who gave, and might resume, Oh, pardon me! If nature hath rebell'd, And from thy light turn'd wilfully away, Making a midnight of her agony, When the despairing passion of her clasp Was from its idol stricken at one touch Of thine Almighty hand—oh, pardon me! By thy Son's anguish, pardon! In the soul The tempests and the waves will know thy voice— Father, say "Peace, be still!" [Giving the child to her husband. Farewell, my babe! Go from my bosom now to other rest! With this last kiss on thine unsullied brow, And on thy pale calm cheek these contrite tears, I yield thee to thy Maker!

Husband.Now, my wife,