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THE DAUGHTER.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There came upon my dark and troubled mind

A calm, as when the tumult of the City

Suddenly ceases, and I lie and hear

The silver trumpets of the Temple blowing

Their welcome to the Sabbath. Still I wonder,

That one who was so far away from me

And could not see me, by his thought alone

Had power to heal me. Oh that I could see Him!