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Behold, now, I have touched the highest point / In my existence. When I turn my eyes / Backward to scan my outlived agonies, / I feel God's finger touch me, to anoint
With this sweet Present the ungenerous Past, / With love the wounds that struck stark in my soul; / With hope life's aching restlessness and dole; / To show me place to anchor in at last.
Like to a mother bending o'er the bed / Where sleeps, death-silent, one that left her side / Ere he had reached the flow of manhood's tide,
So stood I by my life whence Life had fled.
But Life came back at Love's clear trumpet-call, / And at Love's feet I cast the useless pall.