Now might we know the bliss of days
divine.''
--``We are part of Heaven's scheme,
You and I:
Child of sunshine and the dew
I was earthly--born as you.

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``Yet my little hour I go,
Troubled maid,
Even where the storm blasts blow,
Unafraid;
Confident that from the sod
All things upward wend to God.''

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``Dear heart, the homing hour is here,
The task is done.
Toilers, and they who course the deer
Turn, one by one,
At day's demise,
Where dwells a deathless glow
In loving eyes.
I hear them hearthward go
To castle, or to cottage on the lea;
But him I love comes never home to me.''

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