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Show At theTear's Close By CHARLOTTE F. BATES in tk Congregationnlirt ' IF FAULT of mine, or pride, or fear. Has cost one soul, or far, or near. One bitter pang, one burning tear. May the hurt die with thee, Ola Year! If sorrow ever deafened me, So that, in Tain, on Doubt's dark sea. One called on me despairingly. Old Year! oh, hide that cry with theel If gracelessness in anything Has weighted some poor struggling wing. Or heedlessness has left a sting, O speeding year, my pardon bring! If I have failed, where need was sore. Appreciation's wine to pour, SWfiMy keeping it in store Now, Heaven absolve me, I implore! May every wrong and hurt of mine. Or felt, or given, leave no sign, Touched with the blessed anodyne Goodwill! God's peace! the Birth Divine! 1 I |