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The face of all the world is changed, I think, / Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul / Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole / Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink / Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, / Was caught up into love, and taught the whole / Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole / God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink, / And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country, heaven, are changed away / For where thou art or shalt be, there or here; / And this... this lute and song... loved yesterday, / (The singing angels know) are only dear / Because thy name moves right in what they say.