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# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/Stabat Mater

Stabat Mater.
Stabat mater dolorósa juxta Crucem lacrimósa,  Dum pendébat Fílius. Cuius ánimam geméntem, contristátam et doléntem  Pertransívit gládius.
O quam tristis et afflícta fuit illa benedícta,  Mater Unigéniti! Quae mœrébat et dolébat, pia Mater, dum vidébat  Nati pœnas ínclyti.
Quis est homo qui non fleret, matrem Christi si vidéret  In tanto supplício? Quis non posset contristári Christi Matrem contemplári  Doléntem cum Fílio?
Pro peccátis suæ gentis Vidit Jésum in torméntis,  Et flagéllis súbditum. Vidit suum dulcem Natum moriéndo desolátum,  Dum emísit spíritum.
Eia, Mater, fons amóris me sentíre vim dolóris  Fac, ut tecum lúgeam. Fac, ut árdeat cor meum In amándo Christum Deum  Ut sibi compláceam.
Sancta Mater, istud agas,
Crucifixi fige plagas
 Cordi meo valide.
Tui Nati vulnerati,
Tam dignati pro me pati,
 Poenas mecum divide.
Fac me tecum pie flere,
Crucifixo condolere,
 Donec ego vixero.
Juxtacrucem tecum stare,
Et me tibi sociare
 In planctu desidero.
Virgo virginum prseclara,
Mihi jam non sis amara;
 Facme tecum plangere.
Fac ut portem Christi mortem,
Passionis fac consortem,
 Et plagas recolere.
Fac me plagis vulnerari,
Fac me cruce inebriari,
 Et cruore Filii.
Flammis ne urar succensus,
Per te, Virgo, sim defensus
 In die judicii.
Christe, cum sit hinc exire,
Da per Matrem me venire
 Ad palmam victoriae. Quando corpus morietur,
Fae ut animae donetur
 Paradisi gloria. Amen
# The Catholic Prayer Book and Manual of Meditations/The Litany of Our Blessed Lady of Loretto (2)

THE LITANY OF
Our Blessed Lady of Loretto
So called, because it Is sung In the sacred church of Loretto on all Saturdays in the year, and Feasts of the Blessed Virgin Mary.
WE fly to thy patronage,O holy Mother of God, despise not our petitions in our necessities; but deliver us always from all dangers, O glorious and blessed Virgin.
Lord, have mercy upon us.
Lord, have mercy upon us.
Christ, have mercy upon us
Christ, have mercy upon us.
Lord, have mercy upon us.
Lord, have mercy upon us.
​Christ, hear us.
Christ, hear us.
Christ graciously hear us.
Christ, graciously hear us.
God, the Father of heaven, have mercy upon us.
God the Son, Redeemer of the world, have mercy upon us.
God the Holy Ghost, have mercy upon us.
Holy Trinity, one God, have mercy upon us.
Holy Mary,
Holy Mother of God,
Holy Virgin of Virgins,
Mother of Christ,
Mother of divine grace,
Mother most pure,
Mother most chaste,
Mother undefiled,
Mother inviolate,
Mother most amiable,
Mother most admirable, Pray for us.
Mother of our Creator,
Mother of our Redeemer
Virgin most prudent,
Virgin most venerable,
Virgin most renowned,
Virgin most powerful,
Virgin most merciful,
Virgin most faithful,
Mirror of justice,
Seat of wisdom,
Cause of our joy,
​Spiritual vessel,
Vessel of honour,
Vessel of singular devotion.
Mystical rose,
Tower of David,
Tower of ivory
House of gold,
Ark of the covenant, Pray for us.
Gate of heaven,
Morning star,
Health of the weak,
Refuge of sinners,
Comfortress of the afflicted.
Help of Christians,
Queen of angels.
Queen of patriarchs,
Queen of prophets,
Queen of apostles,
Queen of martyrs,
Queen of confessors,
Queen of virgins,
Queen of all saints,
Queen conceived without original sin,
Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, spare us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, hear us, O Lord.
Lamb of God, who takest away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.
​V. Pray for us, O holy Mother of God.
R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.
LET US PRAY.
POUR forth, we beseech thee, O Lord, thy divine grace into our hearts, that we, to whom the incarnation of Christ thy Son was made known by the message of an angel, may by his passion and cross be brought to the glory of his resurrection, through the same Christ our Lord. Amen.
# The Bobbsey Twins in Washington/Front matter

THE BOBBSEYS VIEWED THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT.
The Bobbsey Twins
in Washington
BY
LAURA LEE HOPE
AUTHOR OF "THE BOBBSEY TWINS," "THE BUNNY
BROWN SERIES," "THE OUTDOOR GIRLS
SERIES," ETC.
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS
BOOKS BY LAURA LEE HOPE
12mo. Cloth. Illustrated.
THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES
THE BOBBSEY TWINS
THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN WASHINGTON
THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON GRANDPA'S FARM BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE PLAYING CIRCUS BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT AUNT LU'S CITY HOME BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CAMP REST-A-WHILE BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE BIG WOODS BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON AN AUTO TOUR BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AND AUTO THEIR SHETLAND PONY BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE GIVING A SHOW
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES
THE OUTDOOR GIRLS OF DEEPDALE THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT RAINBOW LAKE THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A MOTOR CAR THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN A WINTER CAMP THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN FLORIDA THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT OCEAN VIEW THE OUTDOOR GIRLS ON PINE ISLAND THE OUTDOOR GIRLS IN ARMY SERVICE THE OUTDOOR GIRLS AT HOSTESS HOUSE
Grosset & Dulap, Publishers, New York.
Copyright, 1919, by Grosset & Dunlap.
The Bobbsey Twins in Washington
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | | PAGE |
| I | Under the Hay | 1 |
| II | Digging Out | 15 |
| III | The Washington Children | 26 |
| IV | Miss Pompret's China | 39 |
| V | "What a Lot of Money!" | 54 |
| VI | Wonderful News | 63 |
| VII | On a Trip | 74 |
| VIII | In New York | 83 |
| IX | Washington at Last | 95 |
| X | Lost | 105 |
| XI | The President | 115 |
| XII | Washington Monument | 126 |
| XIII | A Stray Cat | 138 |
| XIV | Stray Children | 147 |
| XV | "Where Are They?" | 156 |
| XVI | The Fire Bell | 165 |
| XVII | Freddie's Real Alarm | 178 |
| XVIII | The Oriental Children | 187 |
| XIX | "Oh Look!" | 198 |
| XX | A Great Bargain | 208 |
| XXI | Just Suppose | 222 |
| XXII | Happy Days | 231 |
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Taliaferro

Edition of 1879. See also Taliaferro County, Georgia on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ TALIAFERRO, a N. E. county of Georgia, drained by affluents of the Ogeechee and Little rivers; area, 185 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 4,796, of whom 2,987 were colored. The surface is hilly and the soil generally fertile. Granite, gneiss, sulphuret of iron, and magnetic ore are found. It is intersected by the Georgia railroad. The chief productions in 1870 were 9,418 bushels of wheat, 78,815 of Indian corn, and 3,024 bales of cotton. There were 543 horses, 2,120 cattle, 1,220 sheep, and 3,714 swine. Capital, Crawfordsville.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Talipot Tree

Edition of 1879. See also the disclaimer.
​ TALIPOT TREE. See Palm, vol. xiii., p. 20.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Talladega (city)

Edition of 1879. See also Talladega, Alabama and Talladega College on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ TALLADEGA, a city and the capital of Talladega co., Alabama, on the Selma, Rome, and Dalton railroad, 78 m. N. by E. of Montgomery; pop. in 1870, 1,933, of whom 1,013 were colored; in 1875, about 3,000. It is the seat of the state institution for the deaf and dumb and the blind, of a Presbyterian female seminary, and of Talladega college. The college was incorporated in 1869, and is sustained by the American missionary society. It admits both sexes and colors, and has in operation preparatory, theological, and normal courses, and grammar, intermediate, and primary departments. In 1874-'5 it had 13 instructors and 247 students. Talladega has two weekly newspapers and six churches, and trade in cotton, wheat, &c. On its site, Nov. 9, 1813, Gen. Jackson gained a victory over the Creeks.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Swedberg, Jesper

Edition of 1879. See also Jesper Swedberg on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
SWEDBERG, Jesper, a Swedish clergyman, father of Emanuel Swedenborg, born at Fahlun, Aug. 28, 1653, died at Brunsbo, July 26, 1735. His father was a copper smelter named Daniel Isaksson. Swedberg took his name from a small family estate. He was educated at Upsal, and in 1685 was ordained a priest and appointed chaplain to the king's regiment of cavalry life guards. In 1690 he was made pastor of Vingaker, in 1692 professor of theology at Upsal, and soon after rector of the university. In 1691 he was one of a commission to revise the Swedish Bible, which work was completed in a year. In 1694 he published a psalm book, which was suppressed as pietistic. In 1702 Charles XII. made him bishop of Skara in West Gothland, in which office he remained till his death. In 1722 he produced the first Swedish grammar ever printed. About 1732 the Swedish congregations in London, Lisbon, and North America elected him their bishop.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Talladega (county)

Edition of 1879. See also Talladega County, Alabama on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​ TALLADEGA, a N. E. county of Alabama, bounded W. by the Coosa river and drained by Chockolocko creek and other streams; area, about 700 sq. m.; pop. in 1870, 18,064, of whom 9,595 were colored. The surface is moderately hilly and the soil fertile. The Selma, Rome, and Dalton railroad traverses it. The chief productions in 1870 were 69,321 bushels of wheat, 284,783 of Indian corn, 42,821 of oats, 14,469 of sweet potatoes, 5,697 bales of cotton, 5,784 lbs. of wool, and 53,167 of butter. There were 922 horses, 1,786 mules and asses, 5,333 cattle, 2,355 sheep, and 6,947 swine; 4 tanneries, 3 currying establishments, and 2 saw mills. Capital, Talladega.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Swammerdam, Johannes

Edition of 1879. See also Jan Swammerdam on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
SWAMMERDAM, Johannes, a Dutch entomologist, born in Amsterdam in 1637, died about 1680. He studied medicine with his father and at the university of Leyden. He gave considerable attention to the natural history of insects, and made many dissections and microscopical examinations and a large collection of specimens. He obtained leave at Amsterdam to dissect the bodies of those who died in the hospital, and invented the mode for the preparation of hollow organs now usually employed in anatomy. He published a “General History of Insects” (1669), “The Natural History of Bees” (1673), a “History of the Ephemeras” (1675), and other works. His entomological collection was divided at his death and sold in small portions. Boerhaave edited his works and wrote his life. An English translation of his entomological works by T. Floyd was published in 1758.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Taliacotius, Gasparo

Edition of 1879. See also Gasparo Tagliacozzi on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
​TALIACOTIUS, Gasparo (Tagliacoze, or Tagliacozzio), an Italian surgeon, born about 1546, died in Bologna, where he was professor of anatomy and surgery, in 1599. He attained high renown for his medical lectures, but is now mainly remembered for what has been named from him the Taliacotian operation for the restoration of lost noses, ears, &c. Though this operation was not original with him, yet he carried it to greater perfection and was more successful than any of his predecessors. His process was fully detailed in his work De Curtorum Chirurgia per Insitionem Libri II. (2 vols. fol., Venice, 1597; new ed., Berlin, 1831). (See Autoplasty.)
# The Charmed Picture

* The Charmed Picture, in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine Volume 25, 1829.
* The Charmed Picture, in Songs of the Affections, with Other Poems (Songs of the Affections), 1830.
# The Book of Scottish Song/I'll lo'e thee, Annie

I'll lo'e thee, Annie.
[From a collection of Poems published in 1836, entitled "The Sea Nymph's Wake, and other Poems: by Robert Hamilton." Mr. Hamilton is now resident in New York, and editor there of a popular monthly miscellany, called "The Ladies' Companion."]
I'll lo'e thee, Annie, while the dew In siller bells hings on the tree; Or while the burnie's waves o' blue Rin wimplin' to the rowin' sea. I'll lo'e thee while the gowan mild Its crimson fringe spreads on the lea; While blooms the heather in the wild— Oh! Annie, I'll be true to thee.
I'll lo'e thee while the lintie sings His sang o' love on whinny brae; I'll lo'e thee while the crystal springs Glint in the gowden gleams o' day; I'll lo'e thee while there's licht aboon, And stars to stud the breast o' sky; I'll lo'e thee till life's day is done, And bless thee wi' my latest sigh.
# The Book of Scottish Song/I'll never love thee more

I’ll never love thee more.
[This is generally ascribed to James Graham, "the great marquis of Montrose," who was executed at Edinburgh by the covenanting party, on the 21st May, 1650. It appears in Watson's Choice Collection of Scots Poems, Edinburgh 1711, where is also given what is called a Second Part, consisting of thirteen stanzas, but seemingly written by another hand. Among Cavaliers and Jacobites it was much admired, and used to be sung to the old tune of "Chevy Chace."]
My dear and only love, I pray That little world of thee Be govern'd by no other sway, But purest monarchy: For if confusion have n part, Which virtuous souls abhor, I'll call a synod in my heart And never love thee more.
As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone, My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all. ​But I will reign, and govern still, And always give the law, And have each subject at my will, And all to stand in awe: But 'gainst my batt'ries if I find Thou storm or vex me sore, As if thou set me as a blind, I'll never love thee more.
And in the empire of thy heart, Where I should solely be, If others should pretend a part, Or dare to share with me; Or committees if thou erect, Or go on such a score, I'll smiling mock at thy neglect, And never love thee more.
But if no faithless action stain Thy love and constant word, I'll make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword. I'll serve thee in such noble ways, As ne'er were known before; I'll deck and crown my head with bays, And love thee evermore.
# The Book of Scottish Song/I'll tend thy bower

I'll tend thy bower.
[William Fergusson.]
I'll tend thy bower, my bonnie May, In spring-time o' the year, When saft'ning winds begin to woo The primrose to appear— When daffodils begin to dance, And streams again flow free, And little birds are heard to pipe On the sprouting forest tree. ​I'll tend thy bower, my bonnie May, When summer days are lang— When nature's heart is big wi' joy, Her voice laden wi' sang— When shepherds pipe on sunny braes, And flocks roam at their will, And auld an' young in cot an' ha', O' pleasure drink their fill.
I'll tend thy bower, my bonnie May, When autumn's yellow fields— That wave like seas o' gowd—before The glancin' sickle yields; When ilka bough is bent wi' fruit— A glorious sight to see!— And showers o' leaves, red, rustling, sweep Out owre the withering lea.
I'll tend thy bower, my bonnie May, When through the naked trees, Cauld, shivering on the bare hill side, Sweeps wild the frosty breeze; When tempests roar, and billows rise, Till nature quakes wi' fear— And on the land and on the sea, Wild winter rules the year.
# The Book of Scottish Song/I'll never leave thee

I'll never leave thee.
[The fine tune of "I'll never leave thee" is of great antiquity, and seems to have been at one time in use in the church, as it is adapted to some spiritual hymns of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Ramsav wrote the following words to the tune, retaining the chorus of the old song. Ramsay's song appears in the first volume of the Tea-Table Miscellany, (1724,) and also in the fourth volume of the London Musical Miscellany, (1730.) In the latter work, it is adapted to the tune of "A lad and a lassie lay in a killogie," now better known by the name of "Bannocks o' bear meal, bannocks o' barley." To this tune it is also set in Johnson's Museum.]
Johnny.
Though, for seven years and mair, honour should reave me To fields where cannons rair, thou needsna grieve thee; For deep in my spirit thy sweets are indented; And love shall preserve aye what love has imprinted. Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, Gang the warld as it will, dearest, believe me
Nelly.
Oh, Johnny, I'm jealous, whene'er ye discover My sentiments yielding, ye'll turn a loose rover; An' nought in the world would vex my heart sairer, If you prove inconstant, and fancy ane fairer. Grieve me, grieve me, oh, it wad grieve me, A' the lang night and day, if you deceive me!
Johnny.
My Nelly, let never sic fancies oppress ye; For, while my blood's warm, I'll kindly caress ye:
Your saft blooming beauties first kindled love's fire, Your virtue and wit mak' it aye flame the higher. Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, Gang the world as it will, dearest, believe me!
Nelly.
Then, Johnny! I frankly this minute allow ye To think me your mistress, for love gars me trow ye; And gin ye prove false, to yoursel' be it said, then, Ye win but sma' honour to wrang a puir maiden. Reave me, reave me, oh, it would reave me Of my rest, night and day, if you deceive me!
Johnny.
Bid ice-shogles hammer red gauds on the studdy, And feir summer mornings nae mair appear ruddy; Bid Britons think ae gate, and when they obey thee, But never till that time, believe I'll betray thee. Leave thee, leave thee! I'll never leave thee! The starns shall gae withershins ere I deceive thee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/I'm wandering wide

I'm wandering wide.
[William Fergusson.—Here for the first time printed.]
I'm wand'ring wide this wintery night, But yet my heart's at hame, Fu' cozie by my ain fire-cheek, Beside my winsome dame. The weary winds howl lang an' loud, But, 'mid their howling drear, Words sweeter far than honey blabs Fa' saftly on my ear.
I'm wand'ring wide this wintery night, I'm wand'ring wide an' far; But love, to guide me back again, Lights up a kindly star. The lift glooms black aboon my head,
Nae friendly blink I see, But let it gloom,—twa bonnie een Glance bright to gladden me.
I'm wand'ring wide this wintery night, I'm wand'ring wide an' late, And ridgy wreaths afore me rise, As if to bar my gate.
Around me swirls the sleety drift, The frost bites dour an' keen.
But breathings warm frae lovin' lips Come ilka gust atween.
I'm wand'ring wide this wintery night, I'm wand'ring wide an' wild, Alang a steep and eerie track Where hills on hills are piled: The torrent roars in wrath below, The tempest roars aboon; But fancy broods on brighter scenes, And soughs a cheerin' tune.
I'm wand'ring wide this wintery night, I'm wand'ring wide my lane, And mony a langsome, lanesome mile I'll measure ere it's gane. But lanesome roads or langsome miles
Can never daunton me, When I think on the welcome warm That waits me, love, frae thee.
# The Book of Scottish Song/I've loved thee, love

I've loved thee, love.
[Alexander Hume.—Here printed for the first time.]
I've loved thee, love, lang, I've loved thee, love, deep; I love thee awake, love, I love thee asleep; While I think, while I feel, while I smile, while I weep, By day, or by night, or in dream! Though never by me, love, your praise has been sung, Though never love told you were charming and young, You dwell in my heart, love, and not on my tongue, And there are you dweller supreme.
Great nature boasts not, love, the depth of her hoards, The air never tells of the life it affords, The sun gives its light, love, and utters no words; Now sun and air surely are true. My eyes cannot look, love, my lips cannot tell, The tide of my heart in its ebb or its swell; I cannot let others see how I love well, Yet still do I worship but you.
# The Book of Scottish Song/I'll no wake

I’ll no wake.
[James Hogg.]
O, mother, tell the laird o't, Or sairly it will grieve me, O, That I'm to wake the ewes the night, And Annie's to gang wi' me, O. I'll wake the ewes my nicht about, But ne'er wi' ane sae saucy, O, Nor sit my lane the lee-lang night Wi' sic a scornfu' lassie, O: I'll no wake, I'll no wake, I'll no wake wi' Annie, O; Nor sit my lane o'er night wi' ane Sae thraward an' uncanny, O!
Dear son, be wise an' warie, But never be unmanly, O; I've heard ye tell another tale Of young an' charming Annie, O. The ewes ye wake are fair enough, Upon the brae sae bonny, O; But the laird himsel' wad gi'e them a' To wake the night wi' Annie, O. He'll no wake, he'll no wake, He'll no wake wi' Annie, O; Nor sit his lane o'er night wi' ane Sae thraward an' uncanny, O!
I tauld ye ear', I tauld ye late, That lassie wad trapan ye, O; An' ilka word ye boud to say When left alane wi' Annie, O! Take my advice this night for ance, Or beauty's tongue will ban ye, O, An' sey your leal auld mother's skill Ayont the muir wi' Annie, O. ​He'll no wake, he'll no wake, He'll no wake wi' Annie, O. Nor sit his lane o'er night wl' ane Sae thraward an' uncanny, O!
The night it was a simmer night, An' oh! the glen was lanely, O, For just ae sternie's gowden e'e Peep'd o'er the hill serenely, O. The twa are in the flow'ry heath, Ayont the muir sae flowy, O, An' but ae plaid between them baith, An' wasna that right dowie, O? He maun wake, he maun wake, He maun wake wi' Annie, O; An' sit his lane o'er night wi' ane Sae thraward an' uncanny, O!
Neist morning at his mother's knee He blest her love unfeign'dly, O; An' aye the tear fell frae his e'e, An' aye he clasp'd her kindly, O. "Of a' my griefs I've got amends, In yon wild glen sae grassy, O; A woman only woman kens,— Your skill has won my lassie, O. I'll aye wake, I'll aye wake, I'll aye wake wi' Annie, O, An' sit my lane ilk night wi' ane Sae sweet, sae kind, an' canny, O!"
# The Book of Scottish Song/I'll twine a wreath

I’ll twine a wreath.
[This and the six succeeding songs originally appeared, under different signatures, in "The Literary Reporter," a weekly miscellany edited, published and printed, at Glasgow, by John Graham, in 1822-3, in 2 vols.—The author of the first which we give was William Bennie.]
I'll twine a wreath, I'll twine a wreath, A garland for thy head— The green, green leaves that fancy weaves Shall balmy fragrance shed; The blooming flowers from sylvan bowers Shall show a thousand dyes Around thy brow, like coloured bow That girds the summer skies.
The heather-bell, from cliff and fell, I'll seek where zephyr blows; At early morn, from off the thorn, I'll cull the new-blown rose; And lily pale, from verdant vale, That bends beneath the storm, Emblem of you, all bathed in dew, And spotless as thy form.
These, wreathed and bound, shall circle round, Thy lovely brow of white, Where glossy hair in tresses fair, Like clouds of summer night, Thine eyes o'ershade,—oh, lovely maid! These eyes that oft beguile And charm my heart with magic art— So sweet thy dimpling smile.
This garland gay will soon decay And lose its lovely hue; But soul and heart shall rather part Before I part from you. This wreath will fade, ah, lovely maid! With leaves and blossoms wove; But age or care can ne'er impair My heart's unchanging love.