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HOPE AGAIN
The far-off darkness that we cannot pierce,
Seen distant when we reach the other side,
By love's light shall be over-canopied.
Far off shall rise above all temporal curse,
Above all falling-off from fair to worse,
Above all death, the Church-song yet untried;
So that no surface discords then shall hide
The under harmony of the universe.
So, poised immeasurably high, the lark
O'er fields of battle, upturn'd faces white,
Sings her heart out above the redden'd wold
Thro' miles that stretch away to God in gold;
So a far town of dim lamps in the dark
Constructs itself a coronal of light.
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