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Then the voice said—"Thou needest not repine, The hand, which smote, is mine; And I smite whom I love.—Yet I will save Thy body from the grave; And when thou standest up, thou wilt regard The counsel which I gave."

And out I spake—"Whatever thou may'st be Who thus dost counsel me— Thou unembodied, formless eloquence, Whence comest thou—oh whence?" And the voice answered in the gentlest tones "My name is PROVIDENCE."