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The greatest friend, the friend that dwells with thee, / When the wild turmoil of the world is thrust / Aside, when e'en thy smile may rest, that shield, / That weapon, armour, gauntlet, laid aside, / Will leave thy soul to sculpt thy features with / Her own deep chisel; when before thyself / Thou standest, as before thy judge and master, / An outcry goeth forth from thee towards / Thyself, then will great solitude enfold / Thee, and her wings will hush the tempest.
Fear not that angel's gravity, the look / His searching eye will plunge into thy heart.