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FREE from a thrall of peril and of pain - A vale of grieving and unstayed suspense Of pang convulsive and nerve-pulsing tense - The sufferer comes' at last to thy domain, O nurse-like Convalescence, to regain Between Death's' aim and lusty Life's' defence, The tranqil moods that thy calm powers dispense - To claim again the balm of placid brain, Plucked from the fever throes like burning brand, To feel the chastened thought thy ways instil, And turn from vaunted strength to His great hand, Who holds each mortal throb - each vital thrill - Within all-mastering touch of His command, As threads that vibrate with His sway of will! |
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