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 * Look into those deep eyes,

Deep as the grave, and strong with love divine; Those tender, pure, and fathomless mysteries,
 * That seem to pierce through thine.


 * Look into those deep eyes,

Stirred to unrest by breath of coming strife, Until a longing in thy soul arise
 * That this indeed were life:


 * That thou couldst find Him there,

Bend at His sacred feet thy willing knee, And from thy heart pour out the passionate prayer
 * "Lord, let me follow Thee!"


 * But see the crowd divide;

Mother and sire have found their lost one now: The gentle voice, that fain would seem to chide
 * Whispers "Son, why hast thou"—