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| SHE leads me on through storm and calm, | |
| My glorious Angel girt with light; | |
| By dazzling isles of tropic balm, | |
| By coasts of ice in northern night. | |
| Now far amid the mountain shades | 5 |
| Her footprints gleam like golden fire, | |
| And now adown the leafy glades | |
| I chase the music of her lyre. | |
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| And now amid the tangled pines | |
| That darkly robe the gorgeous steep | 10 |
| She beckons where in woven lines | |
| The sunbeams through the darkness creep, | |
| And shows in glimpses far below | |
| The champaign stretching leagues away, | |
| Fair cities veil’d in summer’s glow | 15 |
| Or sparkling in the cloudless ray. | |
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| At times on seas with tempest loud, | |
| The pilot of my bark, she stands, | |
| And, through the rifts of driving cloud, | |
| To tranquil bays of bounteous lands, | 20 |
| The grassy creek, the bowery shore, | |
| The fringe of many a charmed realm, | |
| She steers me safe by magic lore, | |
| Her white arm leaning on the helm. | |
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| When, sick at heart and worn, mine eyes | 25 |
| I bend to earth in long despair, | |
| She lifts her finger to the skies, | |
| The violet deeps of lucid air, | |
| The myriad myriad orbs that roll | |
| In endless throngs in living space, | 30 |
| And all the vision of her soul | |
| Is mirror’d in her radiant face. | |
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