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Help me to hold the Vision Undefiled;
To love, and, taught by Love, to understand.
Lord, as a Father with a Backward child,
Guide Thou the Pen within my wavering hand!

Above a low mound at the cedar tree's root
Is carved on a stone that is moldering dark,
“The Dove found no rest for the sole of her foot,
And returned unto Him in the Ark.”
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