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XCII.
Deep is the human heart:
When anguish comes, how true friends rally round;
If human love had power, then death discrowned
And forceless would depart.
When anguish comes, how true friends rally round;
If human love had power, then death discrowned
And forceless would depart.
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But human love has power—to this extent,
That the mute frozen horror melts at last;
The pain no human strength can bear is past;
By whom were loving friends who saved me sent?
That the mute frozen horror melts at last;
The pain no human strength can bear is past;
By whom were loving friends who saved me sent?
By whom if not by thee,
Mother, whose care still active from above
Incarnate once is unincarnate love
And perfect ever-present sympathy.
Mother, whose care still active from above
Incarnate once is unincarnate love
And perfect ever-present sympathy.
Old enmities give way
Buried in love's vast overwhelming wave,
And hearts estranged to-day
Grow one, though one in tears, beside thy grave.
Buried in love's vast overwhelming wave,
And hearts estranged to-day
Grow one, though one in tears, beside thy grave.
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