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50 Love where least looked for, quiet after strife, Whispers of promise upon every wind, And quickened insight, in awakened eyes, For the new meaning of the earth and skies. The nameless charm about all things hath died, Subtle as aureole round a shadow’s head, Cast on the dewy grass at morning-tide; Yet though the glory and the joy be fled, ’T is much her own endurance to have weighed, And wrestled with God s angels, unafraid. She feels outwearied, as though o er her head A storm of mighty billows broke and passed. Whose hand upheld her? Who her footsteps led To this green haven of sweet rest at last? What strength was hers, unreckoned and unknown? What love sustained when she was most alone? Unutterably pathetic her desire, To reach, with groping arms outstretched in prayer, Something to cling to, to uplift her higher From this low world of coward fear and care, Above disaster, that her will may be At one with God s, accepting his decree. Though by no reasons she be justified, Yet strangely brave in Evil s very face,