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|Thoughts in Separation|
We never meet; yet we meet day by day|
Upon those hills of life, dim and immense
The good we love, and sleep, our innocence.
O hills of life, high hills! And, higher than they,
Our guardian spirits meet at prayer and play.|
Beyond pain, joy, and hope, and long suspense,
Above the summits of our souls, far hence,
An angel meets an angel on the way.
Beyond all good I ever believed of thee|
Or thou of me, these always love and live.
And though I fail of thy ideal of me,
My angel falls not short. They greet each other.|
Who knows, they may exchange the kiss we give,
Thou to thy crucifix, I to my mother.
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