: I can but bless The Love that pitied my distress, And lent me, in Life's wilderness, So sweet and true a friend.
But if there be--O if there be A truth in what they say, That angel-forms we cannot see Go with us on our way; Then surely she is with me here, I dimly feel her spirit near-- The morning-mists grow thin and clear, And Death brings in the Day.
I love the stillness of the wood: I love the music of the rill: I love to couch in pensive mood Upon some silent hill.
Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees, The silver-crested ripples pass; And, like a mimic brook, the breeze Whispers among the grass.
Here from the world I win release, Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude, Break in to mar the holy peace Of this great solitude.
Here may the silent tears I weep Lull the vexed spirit into rest, As infants sob themselves to sleep Upon a mother's breast.
But when the bitter hour is gone, And the ke
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