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Hagar

The Singing Maiden, with Other Stories and Rhymes,

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COMFORT.

In the still watches of the lone night,
I heard a voice saying, “Let there be light!
The world's full of sighing and sadness and pain,
And over the dying the tears fall like rain.
O homes sad and lonely! O hearts sore with woe,
That weep for the lost ones! to them thou must go,
And bear the glad tidings, o'er valley and hill,
That the lost ones are living and loving them still!
Speak clear as a trumpet, yet soft as a breath,
‘The spirit immortal can never know death!’”