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104 How soothing to a widowed mother's breast, Her first-born's sympathy. Be strong, young man! Lift the protector's arm, the healer's prayer— Be tender in thy every word and deed, A Spirit watcheth thee! Yes, He who past From shaded earth up to the full orbed day Will be thy witness in the court of heaven How thou dost bear his mantle. So farewell, Leader in Israel! Thou whose radiant path Was like the angel's standing* in the sun, Undazzled and unswerving, it was meet That thou should'st rise to light without a cloud.