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Yet hear!—if still I love, Oh? still too fondly—if, for ever seen, An earthly image comes, my heart between, And thy calm glory, Father! thron'd above!

If still a voice is near, (E'en while I strive these wanderings to control,) An earthly voice, disquieting my soul With its deep music, too intensely dear,

O Father! draw to thee My lost affections back!—the dreaming eyes Clear from their mist—sustain the heart that dies, Give the worn soul once more its pinions free!

I must love on, O God! This bosom must love on!—but let thy breath Touch and make pure the flame that knows not death, Bearing it up to Heaven!—Love's own abode!