In a continued stream from heaven,{23}

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The balm that can the soul’s hurt heal,

The Spirit’s witness and its seal.

I listened, for unto mine ear

The Word, which I had longed to hear,

Was come at last, the lifeful word

Which I had often almost heard

In some deep silence of my breast—

For with a sense of dim unrest

That word unborn had often wrought,

And struggled in the womb of thought,

As from beneath the smothering earth

The seed strives upward to a birth:

And lo! it now was born indeed—

Here was the answer to my need.

But now we parted, never more

To meet upon that lone sea-shore.

We have not met on earth again,

And scarcely shall—there doth remain{24}

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