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THE SONG OF PENITENCE.
Father in Heaven! my day-spring's hour
Poured its vain incense on another shrine.
Therefore my childhood's once-loved scene
Around me faded lies;
Therefore, remembering what hath been,
I ask, is this mine early paradise?
It is, it is,—but Thou art gone,
Or if the trembling shade
Breathe yet of thee, with altered tone
Thy solemn whisper shakes a heart dismayed.
