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          LOUD is the Vale! the Voice is up
          With which she speaks when storms are gone,
          A mighty unison of streams!
          Of all her Voices, One!

          Loud is the Vale;--this inland Depth
          In peace is roaring like the Sea
          Yon star upon the mountain-top
          Is listening quietly.

          Sad was I, even to pain deprest,
          Importunate and heavy load!                                 10
          The Comforter hath found me here,
          Upon this lonely road;

          And many thousands now are sad--
          Wait the fulfilment of their fear;
          For he must die who is their stay,
          Their glory disappear.

          A Power is passing from the earth
          To breathless Nature's dark abyss;
          But when the great and good depart
          What is it more than this--                                 20

          That Man, who is from God sent forth,
          Doth yet again to God return?--
          Such ebb and flow must ever be,
          Then wherefore should we mourn?



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