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THE WIDOW OF ZAREPHATH.
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Go ask a mother's heart, but question not
So poor a thing as language. Yet the soul
Of her of Zarephath, in that blest hour
Believed,—and with the kindling glow of faith
Turned from vain idols to the living God.