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Stern 'lucy calls and nias. Must lier behest obey. Must now with strength roy will compass, Nor wave-ing thought betray. It is. it must be fate's decree, That while 1 sojourn here, To be my bit I turn and Mee From all my heart holds dear To pass with cold averted eyes, The hand I fain would clasp And shun the thing my soul would prize At last within my grasp. Why did I choose this life of pain ? Why do I live it still ? Why drink the r'regs, and then again My run ot sorrow fill ? I do not know, I cannot tell. Nor why along the road When from my tack the burden Iel! I took again the load. I think I love the life of pain That God has givtn to me. For I would live it o'er again If such a thing could be. Tho sorrows that have come to me Have taught me how to find The souls in need of sympathy. The wrecked among mankind. My loss has been a blessed gain For I have learnt to know, That oft a simple woman'? pain May heal a nation's woe.