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Long weeks I walked the city's crowded ways,
And vainly sought to find you, morn and night;
By daybreak, when the lamps were all ablaze,
And when the noon was bright.

But when I turned, and with the will to flee
Unto some dim and all-deserted place,
Have hurried here where only God may see,—
I meet you, face to face!
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