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By Dollie Radford not through the burning day In hope prevail, Beside my task I could not stay
 * If love should fail.

Nor underneath the evening sky,
 * When labours cease,

Fold both my tired hands and lie
 * At last in peace.

Ah! what to me in death or life
 * Could then avail?

I dare not ask for rest or strife
 * If love should fail.