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While my cheek kindles, and my spirit burns,
There shall I hail thy spirit, feel the glow
More warm upon my heart, remembering thee;
And if I sink beneath the cares of life,
Unsolaced and unseen, and think the time
Long for a lonely path, then thou shalt stand
And beckon back despair, and point my steps
To the blest realms of peace,and gently say,
"Oh meet me there!" and at those magic words,
New hope shall breathe through all my wearied frame,
My bonds of earth feel lighter, and at eve,
When the deep prayer is trembling on my lips,
Repose upon my heart shall softly fall
From memory's holy shrine—and thou be there,
Thou the still unforgotten!
There shall I hail thy spirit, feel the glow
More warm upon my heart, remembering thee;
And if I sink beneath the cares of life,
Unsolaced and unseen, and think the time
Long for a lonely path, then thou shalt stand
And beckon back despair, and point my steps
To the blest realms of peace,and gently say,
"Oh meet me there!" and at those magic words,
New hope shall breathe through all my wearied frame,
My bonds of earth feel lighter, and at eve,
When the deep prayer is trembling on my lips,
Repose upon my heart shall softly fall
From memory's holy shrine—and thou be there,
Thou the still unforgotten!
