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<h3>The Prensence of Love</h3>
And in Life's noisiest hour<br/>
There whispers still the ceaseless love of thee,<br/>
The heart's self-solace<br/>
and soliloquy.<br/><br/>
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<span class="i1">You mould my Hopes you fashion me within:<br/></span>
<span class="i1">And to the leading love-throb in the heart,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Through all my being, through my pulses beat;<br/></span>
<span class="i1">You lie in all my many thoughts like Light,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve,<br/></span>
<span class="i1">On rippling stream, or cloud-reflecting lake;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And looking to the Heaven that bends above you,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">How oft! I bless the lot that made me love you.<br/></span></div>
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