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thou art distant, then art thou most near,
 * For though in thy dear presence I am fain
 * With my great joy forever to remain,

Yet when thou art no longer with me here, The sum of thee, like music fine and clear,
 * Steals in upon my being till I gain
 * So close a sense of thee that I attain

A new relationship divinely dear.

'Tis in the silent hour we most discern
 * The face of our beloved, and realize

The deeps of our own heart; 'tis when we yearn
 * With unspent passion that the spirit-eyes

Unclose to Heavenly vision, and we learn
 * Those narrow ways that lead to Paradise.