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2 Warm and weak and feeble and Sorrowfull
but I will prase the lord for the nights and for
this morning thine Eye is on us by night as well as
day, O that I had thousand [?] to prais god, not
that he Stands in nead of us, he can do with out us,
give me, kind heaven. to feel thy grase:
to know the duties of my place:
In act and words to keep from Sin.
and rein my rising passions in
Elisebeth reteurned home for a few moment O when
Will She love home Sweet home,
Mr Clevland call this morneng returned from
Newyork in good health, with a greatfull heart,
Safety dwells
Remote from multitudes: the world a
School of Wrong"