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CCLXXVI

SEMPER IDEM

Strange to our ears the church-bells of our home;

The fragrance of our old paternal fields

May be forgotten; and the time may come

When the babe's kiss no sense of pleasure yields

E'en to the doting mother: but Thine own

Thou never canst forget, nor leave alone.

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There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs,

None loves them best--O vain and selfish sigh!

Out of the bosom of His love He spares--

The Father spares the Son, for thee to die:

For thee He died--for thee He lives again:

O'er thee He watches in His boundless reign.

Thou art as much His care, as if beside

Nor man nor angel lived in Heaven or earth:

Thus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide

To light up worlds, or wake an insect's mirth:

They shine and shine with unexhausted store--

Thou art thy Saviour's darling--seek no more.

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