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30. MARIA MALLEVILLE ALLEN. (notes)

My Malleville! mature like fruitful vine

About my house, while flourishing most fair

Thou'rt smitten to the ground. Sighs fill the air,

And here no longer can I call thee mine.

But how can I against God's will repine?

He will restore thee, and my loss repair,

Sweet, growing, endless joys with thee to share,

And with the holy who in glory shine!

E'en now thy spirit lives, and joins the song,

Which breaks like torrent from the harps of gold

Resounding through heav'n's arches by the throng

Of ransom'd sinners and with joys untold—

"Let Wisdom, Honor, Pow'r in highest strain

To thee, O Lamb, be paid, for Thou wast slain!"