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APRIL 5, 1892.
The trembling movement of a joy too pure
To dwell with dust has ceased ; gone is a joy
Whose memory no sorrow can destroy-
Love crowns the bended head when no alloy
Of low desire rings base, no cares annoy,
To thee these careful words I dedicate,
Where England treads the way that thou hast trod Of simple Duty, glad to work and wait,
And bring her children to the love of God.