Poem by Caroline Clive

Sacrifice

MY all, my all, I've sacrificed to God;
Love, Joy, the bright career wherein I trod;
Bound them to regions more than earth sublime,
Deferr'd them to an hour more fix'd than time.
'I am persuaded he can keep them all,'
And give me each one back from forth its pall
Bright as I lay them down, restored at last,
When this sad present shall have changed to past.
I shall be happy then with all the power
Of all the anguish of this bitter hour;
I shall regain the dear ones of my home,
Be free through every world at will to roam;
Not with bound hands shall I behold distress,
But be as able as my will to bless.
Ambition shall attain each just desire,
And Love and Joy burn with a Spirit's fire.

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2. Bessey (II)
3. Maesyneudd
4. The Mosel
5. The Grave

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