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HAUNTED GROUND.
"It is the soul that sees."



The rest have wandered on—
Stay thou with me, dear friend, awhile, awhile;
The air is full of voices, leading on,
As o'er enchanted isle.

This ground is writ all o'er
With the soul's history; I may not choose—
Spell-bound—but pause above this living lore
To linger and to muse.

We give of what we take
From life of outward things; our spirits leave,
Where they have been, a glory in their wake
More bright than they receive.

And this was once my Home:
The leaves, light rustling o'er me, whisper clear—
"The sun but shines on thee where thou dost roam,
It smiled upon thee here." [1]

  1. The idea that the sun shines on us in absence, but smiles on us at home, is borrowed from a German Song.