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From our own paths, our love's attesting bowers,
I am not gone;
In the deep hush of midnight's whispering hours,
Thou art not lone!

Not lone, when by the haunted stream thou weepest—
That stream whose tone
Murmurs of thoughts, the holiest and the deepest,
We two have known:

Not lone, when mournfully some strain awaking
Of days long past,
From thy soft eyes the sudden tears are breaking,
Silent and fast:

Not lone, when upwards, in fond visions, turning
Thy dreamy glance,
Thou seek'st my home, where solemn stars are burning
O'er night's expanse!

My home is near thee, loved one! and around thee,
Where'er thou art;
Though still the o’ershadowing veil of earth hath bound thee,
Oh, trust thy heart!

Hear its low voice, nor deem thyself forsaken!
Let faith be given
To the still tones that oft our being waken—
They are from heaven!