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DEAD, YET UNDIVIDED.
They are together still,—
The parted still are one!
Their love our being's home can fill,
Although the loved be gone!
The mystery of the spirit's birth
Outfathoms human skill;
Though one's in heaven, and one on earth,
They are together still!
The parted still are one!
Their love our being's home can fill,
Although the loved be gone!
The mystery of the spirit's birth
Outfathoms human skill;
Though one's in heaven, and one on earth,
They are together still!
For there's a feeling that unites
The distant and the dead;
The last sweet bloom that winter blights,
Yet leaves the odour shed:
And thus affection lives beyond
Death's dark and withering will;
No power hath he to part the fond,—
They meet, in spirit, still!
The distant and the dead;
The last sweet bloom that winter blights,
Yet leaves the odour shed:
And thus affection lives beyond
Death's dark and withering will;
No power hath he to part the fond,—
They meet, in spirit, still!
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In quiet thought, in lonely prayer,
That spirit all pervades,
It lends a glory to the air
When every planet fades;
It circles all with holiness,
It blunts the barb of ill;
And e'en the parted it can bless,
And link together still!
That spirit all pervades,
It lends a glory to the air
When every planet fades;
It circles all with holiness,
It blunts the barb of ill;
And e'en the parted it can bless,
And link together still!
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