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III. Some word of life ev'n then had met His calm benignant eye; Some ancient promise, breathing yet Of Immortality; Some heart's deep language, where the glow Of quenchless faith survives; For every feature said—"I know    That my Redeemer lives."

IV. And silent stood his children by, Hushing their very breath Before the solemn sanctity Of thoughts o'ersweeping death: Silent—yet did not each young breast With love and reverence melt? Oh! blest be those fair girls—and blest That home where God is felt!