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  And if thy touch bring loss or gain,
  And if it lead through joy or pain,
 With still small voice, or trumpet tone,—

We may not care to ask or know,
 Nor heed if sad or glad it be,
  If, in the end, thy thought may roll
  Through every chord of heart and soul,
 And bear its harmony to Thee.