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"What is the harvest of thy saints,
O God! who dost abide?
Where grow the garlands of thy chiefs
In blood and sorrow dyed?
What have thy servants for their pains?"
"This only — to have tried."
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"Endeavor" in Godey's Magazine, Vol. 72 (1866), p. 370.

 

Julia Ward Howe

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