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What though the violet lives and moves
      In paths unknown,
Save by the few who love and shield
      Her as their own.

An angel with soft folded wings,
      All unaware,
She sits beside us—and her name
      On earth is Clare!

And these twin-souls who seldom meet,
      Whose lives apart
Are often sundered, keep for aye
      True friends in heart!

LUX IN TENEBRIS.

THERE are, I wist,
Some shadowy nooks within this world of ours
 By morning beam of sunshine seldom kist,
So cold and cheerless seem their days and hours,
 And yet through stone and chink, and mire and mart,
 God gives a light to penetrate each heart.

      There are who sit
Within that self-same shadow, yet they take
 The cup of sorrow meekly, as is fit
They thus should drink it for the dear Lord's sake;