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Dark grave, unto whose brink we come,
 Drawn nearer by all nights and days;
Each after each, thy solemn gloom
 We pierce with momentary gaze,
Then go, unwilling or content,
The way that all our fathers went.

Is there no voice or guiding hand
 Arising from the awful void,
To say, "Fear not the silent land;
 Would He make aught to be destroyed?
Would He? or can He? What know we
Of Him who is Infinity ?

Strong Love, which taught us human love,
 Helped us to follow through all spheres
Some soul that did sweet dead lips move,
 Lived in dear eyes in smiles and tears,
Love—once so near our flesh allied,
That "Jesus wept" when Lazarus died;—

Eagle-eyed Faith that can see God,
 In worlds without and heart within;
In sorrow by the smart o' the rod,
 In guilt by the anguish of the sin;
In everything pure, holy, fair,
God saying to man's soul, "I am there ";—