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 Dark is the time—a woeful day! Dear daughter of affliction, say How can I serve you? point the way.”

“Rights have you, and may well be bold: You with my Father have grown old In friendship ;—go—from him from me— Strive to avert this misery. This would I beg; but on my mind A passive stillness is enjoined. —If prudence offer help or aid, On you is no restriction laid; You not forbidden to recline With hope upon the Will Divine.”

“Hope,” said the Sufferer’s zealous Friend, “Must not forsake us till the end.— In Craven’s wilds is many a den, To shelter persecuted Men: