BETA

Gone.


Alone, at midnight as he knelt, his spirit was aware1
Of Somewhat falling in between the silence and the
prayer.
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A bell’s dull clangour that hath sped so far, it faints and
dies
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So soon as it hath reach’d the ear whereto its errand
lies ;
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And as he rose up from his knees, his spirit was aware5
Of Somewhat, forceful and unseen, that sought to hold
him there.
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As of a Form that stood behind, and on his shoulders
prest
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Both hands to stay his rising up, and Somewhat in his
breast,
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In accents clearer far than words, spake, “ Pray yet
longer, pray,
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For one that ever pray’d for thee, this night hath pass’d
away ;
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“ A soul that climbing hour by hour, the silver-shining
stair
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That leads to God’s great treasure-house, grew covetous ;
and there
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“ Was stored no blessing and no boon, for thee she did
not claim,
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(So lowly, yet importunate!) and ever with thy name14
“ She link’d, that none in earth or heaven might hinder
it or stay,
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One Other Name, so strong, that thine hath never
miss’d its way.
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“ This very night within my arms this gracious soul I bore17
Within the Gate, where many a prayer of hers had
gone before ;
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“ And where she resteth, evermore, one constant song
they raise,
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Of ‘ Holy, holy,’ so that now I know not if she prays ;20
“ But for the voice of Praise in heaven, a voice of Prayer
hath gone
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From Earth ; thy name upriseth now no more; pray
on, pray on.”
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