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We never meet; yet we meet day by day / Upon those hills of life, dim and immense: / The good we love, and sleep -- our innocence. / O hills of life, high hills! And higher than they,
Our guardian spirits meet at prayer and play. / Beyond pain, joy, and hope, and long suspense, / Above the summits of our souls, far hence, / An angel meets an angel on the way.
Beyond all good I ever believed of thee / Or thou of me, these always love and live. / And though I fail of thy ideal of me,
My angel falls not short. They greet each other. / Who knows, they may exchange the kiss we give, / Thou to thy crucifix, I to my mother.