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 Rh Shuts out the busy world awhile, and free,

I dream of thee!

Like to a breath

Of fragrance blown

From some shy blossom, hidden and alone,

Redeeming frost and wintry death,

So ever comes, like scent of bloom to me,

My dream of thee!

Like to a star

Amidst the clouds,

When angry tempest hurtles in the shrouds,

And darkling drifts the mariner afar,

So, out of storm and shadow, beams on me

My dream of thee!