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It is not because the world's perplexèd meaning
      Grows more clear;
And the Parapets of Heaven, with angels leaning,
      Seem more near;
And Nature sings of praise with all her voices
      Since yours spoke,
Since within my silent heart, that now rejoices,
      Love awoke!

Nay, not even because your hand holds heart and life;
      At your will
Soothing, hushing all its discord, making strife
      Calm and still;
Teaching Trust to fold her wings, nor ever roam
      From her nest;
Teaching Love that her securest, safest home
      Must be Rest.

But because this human Love, though true and sweet—
      Yours and mine—
Has been sent by Love more tender, more complete.
      More divine;
That it leads our hearts to rest at last in Heaven,
      Far above you;
Do I take you as a gift that God has given—
      —And I love you!