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knowest that I love none but Thee.
All this beautiful poesy of my being lies in Thee.
Deeply I feel it. I ask nothing.
Each desire, each passionate feeling, is on the surface only; inmostly Thou keepest me strong and pure.
Yet always to be thus going out into moments, into nature, and love, and thought!
Father, I am weary!
Reassume me for a while, I pray Thee.
Oh let me rest awhile in Thee, Thou only Love!
In the depth of my prayer I suffer much.
Take me only awhile.
No fellow-being will receive me. I cannot pause; they will not detain me by their love.
Take me awhile, and again I will go forth on a renewed service.
It is not that I repine, my Father, but I sink from want of rest, and none will shelter me. Thou knowest it all. Bathe me in the living waters of Thy Love.
Vii.
The friend.
yet, conscious as she was of an unfulfilled destiny, and of an undeveloped being, Margaret was no pining sentimentalist.
The gums oozing from wounded boughs she burned as incense in her oratory; but in outward relations she was munificent with sympathy.
Let me be, Theodora, a bearer of heavenly gifts to my fellows,
is written in her journals, and her life fulfilled the aspiration.
The more one observed her, the more surprising appeared the variety, earnestness, and constancy of her friendships.
Far and wide reached her wires of communication, and incessant was the inter
