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All this they bear, but, not the less, Have moments rich in happiness-- Blest meetings, after many a day Of widowhood passed far away, When the loved face again is seen Close, close, with not a tear between-- Confidings frank, without control, Pour'd mutually from soul to soul; As free from any fear or doubt As is that light from chill or stain, The sun into the stars sheds out, To be by them shed back again!-- That happy minglement of hearts, Where, chang'd as chymic compounds are, Each with its own existence parts, To find a new one happier far! Such are their joys--and, crowning all, That blessed hope of the bright hour, When, happy and no more to fall, Their spirits shall, with freshen'd power, Rise up rewarded for their trust In Him, from whom all goodness springs, And shaking off earth's soiling dust From their emancipated wings, Wander for ever through those skies Of radiance, where Love never dies!