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 The spiritual stir—the strife Ineffable of soul and sense! Yet mayst thou live without offence; And thou, poor Child, in memory A monument shalt stand to me (With many a gem and many a flower, And many a cloudlet of the sky), Of God's surpassing love and power, Who, speaking only to the eye, Can carry with an inward smart A voiceless meaning; to the heart.

for the promise of our loftier homes! Joy for the promise of another birth! For oft oppressive unto pain becomes The riddle of the earth.

A weary weight it lay upon my youth Ere I could tell of what I should complain My very childhood was not free, in truth, From something of that pain.