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To All
Thou know'st not e'er the way to turn or go,For He whom man would follow turneth not;
Enough for thee that thou thy Lord mayst know,
And canst not for a moment be forgot;
His way is hidden that thine eye may seek,
And in the seeking thou thyself may find;
His voice unheard that thou may'st learn to speak,
His eye unseen to show thee thou art blind;
Then haste thee on, his hidden path explore;
And purge thine ear that thou mayst hear his voice;
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And that thou hast a friend unseen in me rejoice;
And follow on though now thy feet may tread,
Where clouds still hang above the unnumbered dead.
Poem No. 682; fall 1838–summer 1839
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