The Presence of Love |
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The Presence of Love
And in Life`s noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart`s Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro` all my Being, thro` my pulses beat ;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft ! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.
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