Maxioms by Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.
We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.
There shall be no more snow
No weary noontide heat,
So we lift our trusting eyes
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There shall be no more snow
No weary noontide heat,
So we lift our trusting eyes
From the hills our Fathers trod:
To the quiet of the skies:
To the Sabbath of our God.
