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No winter's cold, or summer's sun,
 Has stayed thy ready feet;
With voice of perfect sweetness,
 Thou hast charmed the world complete.
Ever ready to do and dare,
 In the cause thou hast espoused;
Small and slight and fragile,
 Thou hast waning hearts aroused.

To the good that is within them,
 For "all have an angel side,"
And thine the hand to beckon
 Back from the coming tide
Of woe that would overwhelm them,
 And hedge them without for aye;
Thine the harvest to gather,
 In thy reaping, by and by.

Though ocean may divide us,
 I shall see thee in my dreams;
I shall hear thy voice in fancy,
 Passing sweet when moonlight gleams.
I shall catch that bird-like motion
 Of head and eyes, so rare;
I shall waft a blessing to thee,
 Bear thy memory in my prayer.

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