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Dinah Maria Mulock - Eudoxia. Third Picture
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O SILENT my sister, who stands by my side at the shore, 
Back gazing with me on those waves which we mortals call years, 
That rose, grew, and threatened, and climaxed, and broke, and were o`er, 
While we still sit watching and watching, our cheeks free from tears-- 
O sister, with looks so familiar, yet strange, flitting by, 
Say, say, hast thou been to those dead years as faithful as I? 

Have they cast at thy feet also, jewels and whitening bones, 
Gold, silver, and wreck-wood, dank sea-weed and treasures of cost? 
Hast thou buried thy dead, sought thy jewels `midst shingle and stones, 
And learnt how the lost is the found, and the found is the lost? 
Or stood with clear eyes upturned placid `twixt sorrow and mirth, 
As asking deep questions that cannot be answered on earth?-- 

I know not. Who knoweth? Our own souls we scarcely do know, 
And none knows his brother`s. Who judges, contemns, or bewails, 
Or mocketh, or praiseth? In this world`s strange vanishing show, 
The one truth is loving. O sister, the dark cloud that veils 
All life, lets this rift through to glorify future and past. 
"Love ever--love only--love faithfully--love to the last."
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