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[When I reflect how poor a part of all]
When I reflect how poor a part of allOur soul's fulfilment lies within the brief
And brittle zone that binds one human sheaf
Of months and years; how doubts did ne'er appal,
Nor change afflict thy spirit; when I recall
Our love's eternal promise, and that grief
Which is love's self in absence—as the leaf
Is spring's leaf still, though saddened ere it fall
By winter's widowing finger—and no less
Muse on the power that from deep suffering springs
To elevate and awe, to cleanse and bless—
Then, from the heaven within the heart, glad rays
Of hope illume with dawn-like glimmerings
The sad and watery sunset of my days.
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