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9582	Whittier, John Greenleaf	Personal Poems II Part 2 from Volume IV of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier			.txt	text/plain	13500	1376	96	Her home the heart of God; her voice Thy life so calm and true, As on thy task-field closed the day Then lend thy hand, my wiser friend, And they who blamed the bloody hand forgave the loving heart. Where sleeps thy loved one by the summer sea; Thy sorrow shall no more be pain, In thy large heart were fair guest-chambers, And fitness to thy shaping hand. Name-carven in the woods of Lee. Still let them greet thy life companions As sweet and tender as thy own. And glad floats to thee o'er thy summer seas A work to last thy whole life through, And make thy singing-birds his friends! Her loving hands shall yearly crown, In thy true life of word, and work, and thought Thyself, and see thy fresh, sweet flower of fame Let thy old smile greet us well; Our hearts are all thy own;	./cache/9582.txt	./txt/9582.txt