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 Ah me! from lower cares of earth By such a mate redeemed, What I have hoped, to body forth, To do what I have dreamed!

O for a soul by thee imbued With energies severe, To hold the faith in fortitude, Until the darkness clear.

What were a life, thou looking on! The dagger of thy tear The goad,—a smile of thine the crown Of the immense career!

O rather for the gloomy days Of ordinary life, Enlightened by thy love, thy praise, A sympathising wife:

By the pure privilege of love The inner strife to see, When angels bring from realms above Some tear-crowned victory;