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And star on star, all soft and calm,
Floats up yon arch serenely blue,
And lost to earth, and steeped in balm,
My spirit floats in ether too.

Loved one! though lost to human sight,
I feel thy spirit lingering near,
As softly as I feel the light
That trembles through the atmosphere;
As in some temple's holy shades,
Though mute the hymn, and hushed the prayer,
A solemn awe the soul pervades,
Which tells that worship has been there;
A breath of incense left alone,
Where many a censer swung around,
Will thrill the wanderer like a tone,
Who treads on consecrated ground.

I know thy soul, from worlds of bliss,
That stoops awhile to dwell with me,
Hath caught the prayer I breathed in this,
That I at last might dwell with thee.
I hear a murmur from the seas
That thrills me like thy spirit's sighs;
I hear a voice on every breeze;
That makes to mine its low replies—
A voice, all low and sweet, like thine,
It gives an answer to my prayer,