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 160 MARRIAGE OF THE DEAF AND DUMB.

Her more than brother, and her next to God, Hath never yet been shadowed out in word, Or told in language.

So, ye voiceless pair,

Pass on in hope. For ye may build as firm Your silent altar in each other's hearts, And catch the sunshine through the clouds of time As cheerily as though the pomp of speech Did herald forth the deed. And when ye dwell Where flower fades not, and death no treasured link Hath power to sever more, ye need not mourn The ear sequestrate, and the tuneless tongue, For there the eternal dialect of love Is the free breath of every happy soul.

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