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INFLUENCE.

I cannot see thy face nor feel thy hands,
Yet like a prayer thy influence folds me round,
With many a holy sight and solemn sound,
In dew-soft shadows of caressing bands;
And though thy tongue with silent spells be bound,
Yet is thy voice a light in all the lands,
While winds and waters sigh thy sweet demands,
And in the flowers and sunshine thou art found.
A song without a prelude or an end,
That the wild gusts of every wood-note bend,
With sudden sobs of delicate desire;
The wings of passion and the feet of fire,
All these divinely in thy being blend,
With faith's strong hands that evermore aspire.