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[ sings to the Harp.

O Son of Man! In thy last mortal hour Shadows of earth closed round thee fearfully! All that on us is laid, All the deep gloom, The desolation and th' abandonment, The dark amaze of death; All upon thee too fell, Redeemer! Son of Man!

But the keen pang Wherewith the silver cord Of earth's affection from the soul is wrung; Th' uptearing of those tendrils which have grown Into the quick strong heart; This, this, the passion and the agony Of battling love and death,