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And sudden hope, like a vernal shower,
    To his fainting heart was given.

"For the bright flower spoke of One above;
    Of the Presence, felt to brood,
With a spirit of pervading love,
    O'er the wildest solitude.

"Oh! the seed was thrown these wastes among,
    In a blest and gracious hour!
For the lorn one rose, in heart made strong,
    By the lonely, loneliest flower!"