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 Thus he most rich in others' joy did seem, And reigned by servitude all-effortless; For heaven and earth must vanish like a dream Ere such a soul divine can know distress, Whom all the laws of Life conspire to love and bless.

Church stands there beyond the orchard-blooms: How yearningly I gaze upon its spire! Lifted mysterious through the twilight glooms, Dissolving in the sunset's golden fire, Or dim as slender incense morn by morn Ascending to the blue and open sky. For ever when my heart feels most forlorn It murmurs to me with a weary sigh, How sweet to enter in, to kneel and pray With all the others whom we love so well! All disbelief and doubt might pass away, All peace float to us with its Sabbath bell. Conscience replies, There is but one good rest, Whose head is pillowed upon Truth's pure breast.