ODYLE.

We know that they are often near

Of whom we think, of whom we talk,

Though we have missed them many a year,

And lost them from our daily walk.

Some strange clairvoyance dwells in all,

And webs the souls of human kind.

I would that I could learn its thrall,

And know the power of mind on mind.

I then might quickly use the sense,

To find where one I worship dwells,

If in the city, or if thence

Among the breeze-rung lily bells.