Is there any other influence known that levels all differences and brings souls so near together as this strange personal love to Christ?  They talked and read together, they were dear, confidential friends—­such intercourse is rarely found between mother and daughter.

The following summer, when they all took up their abode in Hawthorn, in the old home that Marian had purchased and refitted for a summer residence, and Mrs. Kensett trained again the vines in her garden, her cup was full; especially when in the old church she joined her voice to the great congregation and sang her joy and thanks in the sweet psalm: 

“O thou my soul, bless God the Lord;
And all that in me is,
Be stirred up, his holy name
To magnify and bless. 
Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God,
And not forgetful be
Of all his gracious benefits.”

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