They see the snow upon thine head, but not

The corn and not the threat'ning furnace of

Thy soul. They think it is extinct, they hope

Thou hast forgotten, that the gentle warmth

They feel is sunshine, not the stormy fire,

That cannot cease to burn: for it remembers.

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 SOLITUDE

THE greatest friend, the friend that dwells with thee,

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When the wild turmoil of the world is thrust

Aside, when e'en thy smile may rest, that shield,

That weapon, armour, gauntlet, laid aside,

Will leave thy soul to sculpt thy features with

Her own deep chisel; when before thyself

Thou standest, as before thy judge and master,

An outcry goeth forth from thee towards

Thyself, then will great solitude enfold

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