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Miscellaneous Poems.
For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs,
He found a healing power profuse.

Men granted that his speech was wise,
 But, when a glance they caught
Of his slim grace and woman's eyes,
They laughed, and called him good-for naught.

Yet after he was dead and gone,
 And e'en his memory dim,
Earth seemed more sweet to live upon,
More full of love, because of him.

And day by day more holy grew
 Each spot where he had trod,
Till after-poets only knew
Their first-born brother as a god.
1842.

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