To answer from illimitable space,

Light of the Soul, the Everlasting Mind,

And will unfold with Time, till all mankind

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THE MESSAGE OF THE PINES.

THE MESSAGE OF THE PINES.

Stretch your restless, weary boughs across the sunset sky,

I would roam through these dim aisles and learn the music of your sigh.

Hark! the wail of hearts that can not weep!

Hush! the sigh of souls that long to sleep!

Only in my memory—a memory beside me moves.

And there in spirit walk, and with her spirit seek the quiet groves.

Hark! the moan of human hearts that yearn!

Hush! the plaint of dreams that would return!

Harps divine, you chant a dream not passed, but yet to come!

And through the years remain together, when your voices all are dumb.

Hark! her spirit whispers in the grove!

Hush! I feel the presence of my Love!

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