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It was but for a moment;
 What wonder that we smiled,
By such a strange, sweet picture
 From holy thoughts beguiled?
Then up rose someone softly:
 And many an eye grew dim,
As through the tender silence
 He bore the child with him.

And I—I wondered (losing
 The sermon and the prayer)
If when sometime I enter
 The "many mansions" fair,
And stand, abashed and drooping,
 In the portal's golden glow,
Our God will send an angel
 To show me where to go!