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 As if I knew I only may enfold For a brief moment, dim divining why, Foreboding him compelled anon to fly. Troubled I own that somewhat seems amiss, And nor asleep nor waking may I unravel this! Often I am aware that he hath died. And yet I hold him living by my side. Enough! he gleams upon my lonely tomb, Among stern crags, from wan night-clouds, he gloweth in my gloom!"

Nature reveals high lineaments of souls, Confused from sad suffusion of our eyes, Veiled with our tears; in these poor earthly shoals Of low-lapsed life, she may not wear the guise She wore when we were innocent and wise. And while I muse, the cold tremendous Shade, Who spake the cruel words, appears to fade. I know Time for a shadow of man's mind Thrown on the wide world; human souls are blind; And lo! the Lord is shining from behind! Ah! strengthen, purge our eyes! we would behold Thy day! Then error, wrong, and sorrow shall vanish all away!