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40 LIFE

When mountains thrill me, or when by the sea The plaintive waves rehearse their mystery Or when I watch the moon with strange delight, Treading her pathway 'mid the stars at night; Or when the one I love, with kisses prest, I clasp with bliss unspoken to my breast,― So strange, so deep, so wondrous life appears, I have no words, but only happy tears! I cannot think it all shall end in naught; That the abyss shall be the grave of thought; That e'er oblivion's shoreless sea shall roll O'er love and wonder and the lifeless soul. But, e'en though this the end, I cannot say I'm sorry that I saw the light of day. So wondrous seems this life I live to me, Whate'er the end, to-day I hear and see! To-day I think and hope! and so for this If it must be for just so much of bliss,-Bliss threaded through with pain,- I bless the Power That holds me up to gaze one wondrous hour!

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