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 And sudden hope, like a vernal shower, To his fainting heart was given.

"For the bright flower spoke of One above;    Of the Presence, felt to brood, With a spirit of pervading love,     O'er the wildest solitude.

"Oh! the seed was thrown these wastes among,    In a blest and gracious hour! For the lorn one rose, in heart made strong,     By the lonely, loneliest flower!"