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 By its own law dissolve, when circling years Have finished, one by one, its shifting scenes, And sundered far the hearts once closely knit; All ends not here. Hath not the Master said That in his Father's House, for loving souls Are many mansions, whither safely led, And made one family, they shall with Him Their Elder Brother dwell, for ever one? There the great anti-typal palace waits, Thronged with the sons and daughters of our God Made like unto the angels; and the feet Of all the pure in heart shall thither come.

O mortal! whatsoe'er thy lot hath been, If, half bewildered, thou hast seemed to stray A homeless wanderer o'er a barren waste, If one that much hath loved and much hath lost, Or one that loveth much, and much doth fear What most he loves to lose; let thy stilled soul Repose itself in peace. Though on thy head Fierce tempests frequent beat, and all too oft