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The worship of this sabbath Morn
How sweetly it begins!
With the full choral hymn of birds
Mingles no sad lament for sins,
Alas! my feet no more may join
The chearful sabbath train
But if I inwardly lament
Oh! may a will subdued
All grief restrain!
No prisoner am I on this couch
My mind free to roam
And leisure, peace & loving friends
Are the best treasures of an earthly home

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Such gifts are mine
Then why deplore the body’s gentle slow decay?
A warning mercifully sent
To fix my hopes upon a surer stay.

                               Dorothy Wordsworth
                               Rydal Mount, April 26th
                                                             1849
                               To Mr. Graham.

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