From: The Dial, Vol. IV, No. IV. (April 1844)
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Published: James Munroe and Company 1844 Boston
CONSOLERS of the solitary hours
When I, a pilgrim, on a lonely shore
Sought help, and found none—save in those high powers
That then I prayed might never leave me more!
There was the blue, eternal sky above,
There was the ocean silent at my feet,
There was the universe—but nought to love;
The universe did its old tale repeat.
Then came ye to me, with your healing wings,
And said, “Thus bare and branchless must thou be,
Ere thou couldst feel the wind from heaven that springs.”
And now again fresh leaves do bud for me,—
Yet let me feel that still the spirit sings
Its quiet song, coming from heaven free.
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