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With sleepless eye and noiseless tread,She guards the nursling's cradle bed;And woman's love is a holy light,Time cannot dim its radiance bright.
Distance nor dangers, threatening, smart,Cool the affections of her heart;She visits where the prisoners dwell,In their low, damp and darkened cell.
Kneels at their couch, with streaming eyePoints them to mansions up on high;The scene on Calvary she explains,The dying thief's repenting strains.
The bleeding Lamb, the glittering spear,And Roman soldiers hovering near;The crown of thorns in mockery madeAnd placed upon his kingly head,
His acts of love, his dying breathWhile in the agonies of death,Cries to the thief, thy soul shall beThis day in paradise with me.
