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''In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by Thee.''
I. "Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds,Unvisited by light,Chill silence dwells with night,Save where the clanging fetter sounds!Abyss, where mercy never came,Nor hope the wretch can find;Where long inaction wastes the frame,