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An Influence

I see thee,—heaven's unclouded face
A vacancy around thee made,
Its sunshine a subservient grace
Thy lovelier light to shade.


I feel thee, as the billows feel
A river freshening the brine;
A life's libation poured to heal
The bitterness of mine.

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