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Thou Mother! in thy sight
Can aught of passion or despair remain?
Beneath those eyes' serene and holy light
The soul is bright again.
Thou Son! whose earnest gaze
Looks ever forward, fearless, steady, strong;
Beneath those eyes no doubt or weakness stays,
Nor fear can linger long.
Thanks, that to my weak heart
Your mingled powers, fair forms, such counsel give.
Till I have learned the lesson ye impart,
I have not learned to live.
And oh, till life is done
Of your deep gaze may ne'er the impression cease!
Still may the dark eyes whisper, “Courage! On!”
The mild eyes murmur, “Peace!”
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