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62 Three messengers—the first was human ;

The second voice came crying in the night

With strange and awful music from above;

None who have heard that voice forget it quite;

is it named; the third, O, turn not pale!

'T was to the undying soul cried, Hail!

"WHEN LOVE DAWNED"

LOVE AND DEATH

I

who can take from us what we have known—

We that have looked into each other's eyes?

Tho' sudden night should blacken all the skies,

The day is ours, and what the day has shown.

What we have seen and been, hath not this grown

Part of our very selves? We, made love-wise,