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As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea / Far out of sight of land, his mind intent / Upon the sailing of his little boat, / On tightening ropes and shaping fair his course, / Hears suddenly, across the restless sea, / The rhythmic striking of some towered clock, / And wakes from thoughtless idleness to time: / Time, the slow pulse which beats eternity! / So through the vacancy of busy life / At intervals you cross my path and bring / The deep solemnity of passing years.
For you I have shed bitter tears, for you / I have relinquished that for which my heart / Cried out in selfish longing. And to-night / Having just left you, I can say: "T is well.
Thank God that I have known a soul so true, / So nobly just, so worthy to be loved!"