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"Deem not the words of light that here were spoken,
    But as a lovely song, to leave no trace!
Yet shall the gloom which wraps thy hills be broken,
    And the full day-spring rise upon thy race!
And fading mists the better paths disclose,
And the wide desert blossom as the rose."

So by the Cross they parted, in the wild,
    Each fraught with musings for life's after-day,
Memories to visit one, the Forest's Child,
    By many a blue stream on its lonely way;
And upon one, midst busy throngs to press
Deep thoughts and sad, yet full of holiness.