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Rh 'Tween thee and thy lov'd home, how strangely sweet To touch the talisman of dreams, and sit Again on thine own sofa, hand in hand With the most lov'd, thy children near thy side, At their untiring play, the shaded lamp Shedding its quiet ray, while now and then The clock upon the mantel-piece doth speak, To register the diamond sands of time, Made brighter by thy joys. So, may'st thou hold Existence in two hemispheres, and be Happy in both,—yea, in each separate zone Have thine own castles, and revisit them Whene'er it pleaseth thee. But more than this,— If thou wilt seek the fellowship of dreams, And fearless yield thee to their loving sway, And make them friends, they'll swiftly bear thee up From star to star, and let thee hear the rush Of angel-wings, upon God's errands speeding,— And, while they make some silver cloud thy car, Will whispering tell thee that the unslumbering soul Wears immortality upon its crest, And, by its very power to soar with them, Proves that it cannot die.