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the dark stillness brooding in the sky, Holiest of sufferers! round thy path of woe, And by the weight of mortal agony Laid on thy drooping form and pale meek brow, My heart was awed: the burden of thy pain Sank on me with a mystery and a chain.

I look'd once more, and, as the virtue shed Forth from thy robe of old, so fell a ray Of victory from thy mien! and round thy head, The halo, melting spirit-like away, Seem'd of the very soul's bright rising born, To glorify all sorrow, shame, and scorn.