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Pains Birth night.

To the strength of the grand old mountain
I took my sorrow with me
I hid it there in the wood land fair
And rejoiced! that I was free.

I said to my soul, henceforth my life
From that sorrow shall be free
But my pulses beat, for there at my feet
The waves brot it back to me.

So I know that the place for sorrow
Is here in my acheing heart
Not buried, or drowned. but with patience crowned
Of life to be made a part.

For the pain that drags at our heart strings
If borne by the soul aright
Will bring us peace, and a full release
From our heritage of night.

Lillie Davis.