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But may ye not, unseen, around us hover,
With gentle promptings and sweet influence yet?
Tho' the fresh glory of those days be over,
When, midst the palm-trees, man your footsteps met!
Are ye not near when Faith and Hope rise high,
When love by strength o'ermasters agony?

Are ye not near, when sorrow unrepining,
Yields up life's treasures unto Him who gave?
When Martyrs, all things for His sake resigning,
Lead on the march of death, serenely brave?
Dreams!—but a deeper thought our souls may fill,
One, one is near—a Spirit, holier still!