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a man set forth at morning,

Journeying with eager footstep,

Onward over fields new-wakened,

Where the dew lay on the blossoms,

Like to softly gleaming opals.

All the earth, refreshed by slumber,

In the early light and tender

Wore a green, benignant beauty;

And his heart sang high within him,

As the birds sang in the branches.

On he sped with fond impatience,—

While the world took on new wonder,—

Till he came unto a river

Where there waiting stood an angel,

Dark-browed, but with look celestial.

Then, appalled, the pilgrim started:—

Death! Awaitest thou my coming—

Here, where least I thought to meet thee?

It is Love that I am seeking!"

Very gently smiled the angel,

Dark-browed, with the look celestial: