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SONNET.

[Who die, repose in Hope. We live on Earth]

Who die, repose in Hope. We live on Earth
By Faith, in Heaven by Love. Yet bide they not
Apart, Faith, Hope and Charity, I wot—
Consistent faculties of human birth.
But in all times and places find they dearth,
Now less..now more. High hour, and sacred spot,
Hath each..have all—and a peculiar lot
By holy altar, or domestick hearth.
And Hope as well as Faith, (this know I well,)
Supports our conflicts with the world, and Love
Cheers many a toil—Yet distant and above
Their objects be,..felt, yet invisible.
Here, promises:—the things whereof they tell
Death shall disclose, and Paradise approve.