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Will to thy fond heart be as amulets Held there with life and love. And weep not thus! Mother! dear sister! kindest, gentlest ones! Be comforted that now I weep no more For the glad earth and all the golden light Whence I depart, No! God hath purified my spirit's eye, And in the folds of this consummate rose I read bright prophecies. I see not there, Dimly and mournfully, the word "farewell" On the rich petals traced: No—in soft veins And characters of beauty, I can read— "Look up, look heavenward!" Blessed God of Love! I thank thee for these gifts, the precious links Whereby my spirit unto thee is drawn! I thank thee that the loveliness of earth Higher than earth can raise me! Are not these But germs of things unperishing, that bloom Beside th' immortal streams? Shall I not find