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BY MRS. A. M. F. ANNAN.
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O name most blesséd, or most sorrowful, thou,
As from the Urim of Experience fall
The lights or shadows on thee; seeming now
Radiant as bliss upon an angel’s brow,
Then ghastly dim as Hope’s funereal pall!
Up to my vision thou dost ever call
Twin pictures—women—one with calm, meek eyes,