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THE FAREWELL.
We part, but not for ever! I look on
Through, the dim vista of some troubled years
Of conflict and of toil, and thou art there,
With that unchanging smile, still beautiful;
And though I weep that we are parting now,
I shall not be alone. On Sabbath morn,
All holy things will breathe, in thy mild voice,
A deeper sacredness, a meeker trust;
And I shall gaze on nature, and shall read
The language of thy love, winch over all
Flows in paternal kindness, gathering in
Reflected brightness from the fleeting hues
Of outward beauty, and o'er human things
Brooding in deeper fondness; I shall see
In nature's humblest forms some hidden charm,
In lowliest minds some undeveloped good,
Guided by thy blest trust; and learn, like thee,
To feel for all that lives. And if I turn
To history's page, and read of noble deeds,
Through, the dim vista of some troubled years
Of conflict and of toil, and thou art there,
With that unchanging smile, still beautiful;
And though I weep that we are parting now,
I shall not be alone. On Sabbath morn,
All holy things will breathe, in thy mild voice,
A deeper sacredness, a meeker trust;
And I shall gaze on nature, and shall read
The language of thy love, winch over all
Flows in paternal kindness, gathering in
Reflected brightness from the fleeting hues
Of outward beauty, and o'er human things
Brooding in deeper fondness; I shall see
In nature's humblest forms some hidden charm,
In lowliest minds some undeveloped good,
Guided by thy blest trust; and learn, like thee,
To feel for all that lives. And if I turn
To history's page, and read of noble deeds,
