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It speaks, perhaps, of promises we've broken,
Of bright hopes we have killed;
Of words of kindness we have left unspoken,
And duties unfulfilled;

Of some weak brother, fallen now past hoping,
Whose feet we might have stayed;
Some erring sister in the darkness groping,
To whom we gave no aid.
Anon, it utters words of solemn warning,
"Repent, believe, obey;"
And we resolve, but with the light of morning
We put such thoughts away.

Oh, hear the voice! oh, heed its earnest pleading
While there are time and room,
Lest, at the last, upon thy ear unheeding
It peal, the trump of doom.