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   "Thy fragrance shed,
 For God is also here.
To my sad heart, well didst thou tell
 That He is everywhere.

   "For there's no place,
   Where there's no trace,
 Of His great love and care;
   Where'er I be,
   His love I see;
 For He is ever near.
Where space extends, His praises swell,
 For God is everywhere."

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OH! TELL ME NOT.

Oh! tell me not of love grown cold,
 Nor of departed hopes;
These tales are sad and often told
 By every heart that weeps.

But tell to me what good you'll seek
 From this great world to gain;
Though fortune frowns and earth looks bleak,
 You'll cherish no dull pain.

The future stands before us now
 A mass of unhewn stone,
Which will into an image grow
 Beneath time's hand alone.