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in the lingering caress
 * Doth love its purest rapture gain,

Words have no power to express
 * Our highest flights of joy or pain.

The soul in quietness alone
 * Attains the hidden source of power,

The truth most deeply of us known
 * Comes in the solitary hour.

Nor is it on a chosen day
 * Shall dawn the gift that satisfies,

But in its own dear time and way
 * And with the sweetness of surprise.

'Tis when the heart is least aware
 * That Beauty softly steals within,

To call us from our dwarfing care
 * And make us to herself akin.

Nor can we ever at our will
 * Evoke the higher vision true,

But we can listen and be still
 * And let the Infinite shine through.