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"A STILL, SMALL VOICE."
"A still, small voice," how oft we hear its
pleading,
Renewed from day to day,
And turn away, all careless and unheeding,
Refusing to obey !
It comes sometimes at the calm hour of twilight,—
That whisper in the breast;
Sometimes it waits the solemn hush of mid
night,
And robs us of our rest.
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