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Have passed beyond the old desires and fears Into a tenderness unstained of tears;
 * 'Tis this that we would fold you in,
 * Our spirits' next and nearest kin.

Think not, Beloved, that you have suffered change To us, it is the world that has grown strange
 * We are more wholly yours, indeed,
 * As the swift tides of earth recede;

For though condemned to life, yet do we stand Consciously near the Undiscovered Land,
 * Feeling befriended there and known
 * In the high fellowship death has shown.