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To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today	A
From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away	A
Yes he who cooled the furnace around the faithful three	B
And tamed the Chaldean lions hath set His handmaid free	B
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Last night I saw the sunset melt though my prison bars	C
Last night across my damp earth floor fell the pale gleam of stars	C
In the coldness and the darkness all through the long night time	D
My grated casement whitened with autumn's early rime	D
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Alone in that dark sorrow hour after hour crept by	E
Star after star looked palely in and sank adown the sky	E
No sound amid night's stillness save that which seemed to be	B
The dull and heavy beating of the pulses of the sea	B
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All night I sat unsleeping for I knew that on the morrow	F
The ruler said the cruel priest would mock me in my sorrow	F
Dragged to their place of market and bargained for and sold	G
Like a lamb before the shambles like a heifer from the fold	G
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Oh the weakness of the flesh was there the shrinking and the shame	D
And the low voice of the Tempter like whispers to me came	D
'Why sit'st thou thus forlornly ' the wicked murmur said	H
'Damp walls thy bower beauty cold earth thy maiden bed	H
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'Where be the smiling faces and voices soft and sweet	I
Seen in thy father's dwelling hoard in the pleasant street	I
Where be the youths whose glances the summer Sabbath through	J
Turned tenderly and timidly unto thy father's pew	J
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'Why sit'st thou here Cassandra Bethink thee with what mirth	K
Thy happy schoolmates gather around the warm dark hearth	L
How the crimson shadows tremble on foreheads white and fair	M
On eyes of merry girlhood half hid in golden hair	M
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'Not for thee the hearth fire brightens not for thee kind words are spoken	N
Not for thee the nuts of Wenham woods by laughing boys are broken	N
No first fruits of the orchard within thy lap are laid	O
For thee no flowers of autumn the youthful hunters braid	O
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'O weak deluded maiden by crazy fancies led	H
With wild and raving railers an evil path to tread	H
To leave a wholesome worship and teaching pure and sound	P
And mate with maniac women loose haired and sackcloth bound	P
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'And scoffers of the priesthood who mock at things divine	Q
Who rail against thy pulpit and holy bread and wine	Q
Bore from their cart tail scourgings and from the pillory lame	D
Rejoicing in their wretchedness and glorying in their shame	D
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'And what a fate awaits thee a sadly toiling slave	R
Dragging the slowly lengthening chain of bondage to the grave	R
Think of thy woman's nature subdued in hopeless thrall	S
The easy prey of any the scoff and scorn of all '	-
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Oh ever as the Tempter spoke and feecle Nature's fears	T
Wrung drop by drop the scalding flow of unavailing tears	U
I wrestled down the evil thoughts and strove in silent prayer	M
To feel O Helper of the weak that Thou indeed wert there	M
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I thought of Paul and Silas within Philippi's call	S
And how from Peter's sleeping limbs the prison shackles fell	V
Till I seemed to hear the trailing of an Angel's robe of white	W
And to feel a blessed presence invisible to sight	W
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Bless the Lord for all his mercies for the peace and love I felt	X
Like the dew of Hermon's holy hill upon my spirit melt	X
When 'Get behind me Satan ' was the language of my heart	Y
And I felt the Evil Tempter with all his doubts depart	Y
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Slow broke the gray cold morning again the sunshine fell	V
Flocked with the shade of bar and grate within my lonely cell	V
The hoar frost melted on the wall and upward from the street	I
Came careless laugh and idle word and tread of passing feet	I
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At length the heavy bolts fell back my door was open cast	Z
And slowly at the sheriff's side up the long street I passed	Z
I heard the murmur round me and felt but dared not see	B
How from every door and window the people gazed on me	B
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And doubt and fear fell on me shame burned upon my cheek	A2
Swam earth and sky around me my trembling limbs grew weak	A2
'Oh Lord support thy handmaid and from her soul cast out	B2
The fear of men which brings a snare the weakness and the doubt	B2
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Then the dreary shadows scattered like a cloud in morning's breeze	C2
And a low deep voice within me seemed whispering words like these	C2
'Though thy earth be as the iron and thy heaven a brazen wall	S
Trust still His loving kindness whose power is over all '	-
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We paused at length where at my feet the sunlit waters broke	D2
On glaring roach of shining beach and shingly wall of rock	E2
The merchant ships lay idle there in hard clear lines on high	E
Treeing with rope and slender spar their network on the sky	E
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And there were ancient citizens cloak wrapped and grave and cold	G
And grim and stout sea captains with faces bronzed and old	G
And on his horse with Rawson his cruel clerk at hand	F2
Sat dark and haughty Endicott the ruler of the land	F2
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And poisoning with his evil words the ruler's ready ear	G2
The priest leaned over his saddle with laugh and scoff and jeer	H2
It stirred my soul and from my lips the soul of silence broke	D2
As if through woman's weakness a warning spirit spoke	D2
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I cried 'The Lord rebuke thee thou smiter of the meek	A2
Thou robber of the righteous thou trampler of the weak	A2
Go light the cold dark hearth stones go turn the prison lock	E2
Of the poor hearts though hast hunted thou wolf amid the flock '	-
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Dark lowered the brows of Endicott and with a deeper red	H
O'er Rawson's wine empurpled cheek the flash of anger spread	H
'Good people ' quoth the white lipped priest 'heed not her words so wild	I2
Her Master speaks within her the Devil owns his child '	-
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But gray heads shook and young brows knit the while the sheriff read	H
That law the wicked rulers against the poor have made	O
Who to their house of Rimmon and idol priesthood bring	J2
No bonded knee of worship nor gainful offering	J2
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Then to the stout sea captains the sheriff turning said	H
'Wish of ye worthy seamen will take this Quaker maid	O
On the Isle of fair Barbados or on Virginia's shore	K2
You may hold her at a higher price than Indian girl or Moor '	-
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Grim and silent stood the captains and when again he cried	L2
'Speak out my worthy seamen ' no voice no sign replied	L2
But I felt a hard hand press my own and kind words met my ear	G2
'God bless thee and preserve thee my gentle girl and dear '	-
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A weight seemed lifted from my heart a pitying friend was nigh	E
I felt it in his hard rough hand and saw it in his eye	E
And when again the sheriff spoke that voice so kind to me	B
Growled back its stormy answer like the roaring of the sea	B
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'Pile my ship with bars of silver pack with coins of Spanish gold	G
From keel piece up to deck plank the roomage of her hold	G
By the living God that made me I would sooner in your bay	A
Sink ship and crew and cargo than bear this child away '	-
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'Well answered worthy captain shame on their cruel laws '	-
Ran through the crowd in murmurs loud the people's just applause	M2
'Like the herdsmen of Tekoa In Israel of old	G
Shall we see the poor and righteous again for silver sold '	-
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I looked on haughty Endicott with weapon half way drawn	N2
Swept around the throng his lion glare of bitter hate and scorn	O2
Fiercely he drew his bridle rain and turned in silence back	P2
And sneering priest and baffled clerk rode murmuring in his track	P2
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Hard after them the sheriff looked in bitterness of soul	Q2
Thrice smote his staff upon the ground and crushed his parchment roll	Q2
'Good friends ' he said 'since both have fled the ruler and the priest	R2
Judge ye if from their further work I be not well released '	-
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Loud was the cheer which full and clear swept round the silent bay	A
As with kind words and kinder looks he bade me go my way	A
For he who turns the courses of the streamlet of the glen	S2
And the river of great waters had turned the hearts of men	S2
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Oh at that hour the very earth seemed changed beneath my eye	E
A holier wonder round no rose the blue walls of the sky	E
A lovelier light on rock and hill and stream and woodland lay	A
And softer lapsed on sunnier sands the waters	T2

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