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Rh And then a voice—I hear it yet—

So full of soul, so deeply sweet;

I thought that Gabriel's self had come

To take me to my father's home.

Three times it rose, that solemn strain,

Then died away, nor came again;

And still the words and still the tone

Dwell in their might when all alone.