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We know that they are often near Of whom we think, of whom we talk, Though we have missed them many a year, And lost them from our daily walk.

Some strange clairvoyance dwells in all, And webs the souls of human kind. I would that I could learn its thrall, And know the power of mind on mind.

I then might quickly use the sense, To find where one I worship dwells, If in the city, or if thence Among the breeze-rung lily bells.

I went out in the country To spend an idle day&mdash; To see the flowers in blossom, And scent the fragrant hay.

The dawn's spears smote the mountains Upon their shields of blue, And space, in her black valleys, Joined in the conflict too.