The Presence Of Love

And in Life's noisiest hour,

There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,

The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

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    You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;

    And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart

    Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulses beat ;

    You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,

    Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve

    On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.

And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,

How oft ! I bless the Lot, that made me love you.