And to-morrow blooms anew....

Death is silent.—Tell me, pray,

Why men doubt what God can do?

[Pg 25]

[Pg 25]

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 He, with conviction.

As to that, nothing to tell,

You being all my belief;

Doubt may not enter or dwell

Here where your image is chief;

Here where your name is a spell,

Potent in joy and in grief.

Is it the glamor of spring

Working in us so we seem

Aye to have loved? that we cling

Even to some fancy or dream,

Rainbowing everything

Here in our souls with its gleam?

See! how the synod is met

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