My Father's Voice

Within the secret precincts of my heart—So deeply welled not e'en mine eyes may see—There bides a voice which of mine own seems part,So oft I hear it softly speak with me.

Full gentle are its words, yet strangely strong:Nor stern rebuke nor hasty reprimandCorrects my faltering sense of right and wrong,But its persuasion helps me understand.

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