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AMEN
Return, sad sister Faith
Dim, unsubstantial wraith!
Return, thy votary saith,
He needs thee now:
Thou wert serenely fair!
But some diviner air
Gleams on thy silvered hair,
And crowns thy brow;
Dim, unsubstantial wraith!
Return, thy votary saith,
He needs thee now:
Thou wert serenely fair!
But some diviner air
Gleams on thy silvered hair,
And crowns thy brow;
Thou wilt return, and I
Shall rather sing than sigh,
In that great company
Of souls forlorn:
One with all hearts that break
For some beloved's sake,
The hopeless hearts, that ache
And dare not mourn.
Shall rather sing than sigh,
In that great company
Of souls forlorn:
One with all hearts that break
For some beloved's sake,
The hopeless hearts, that ache
And dare not mourn.
Wherefore, since pain and pride
Must sleep unsatisfied,—
Because Thy heart is wide,
And dim our ken,—
To that vast prayer that rolls
Beyond the frozen poles,
With all desirous souls
I cry, Amen.
Must sleep unsatisfied,—
Because Thy heart is wide,
And dim our ken,—
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Beyond the frozen poles,
With all desirous souls
I cry, Amen.
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