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Where waits a loving breast
Why journey further, weary one?  
Still fades the sunset-sky?
And many [[strikethrough]] follow [[strikethrough]] wander all their lives
And broken-hearted die;

Then throw aside thy weariness
And take this proffered rest,
Where one low light is burning bright
And waits a loving breast.

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