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| line | All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, |
| 1380 | Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, 'Father, I thank thee!' |