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CHAPTER XIX.
THE SICK ROOM.
If ever angels walked on weary earth
In human likeness, thou wert one of them.
Thy native heaven was with thee, but subdued
By suffering life's inevitable lot;
But the sweet spirit did assert its home
By faith and hope, and only owned its yoke
In the strong love that bound it to its kind.
Blanchard’s title is:
HUMANITY ANGELIC
Also appeared as Woman in Lyra Sacra, 1862
