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Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, / Nor other thought her mind admits / But, he was dead, and there he sits, / And he that brought him back is there.
Then one deep love doth supersede / All other, when her ardent gaze / Roves from the living brother's face, / And rests upon the Life indeed.