BY ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS.

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_Dear! Is the distance vast? I cross it here.

The chasm fathomless? I span it thus.

The silence dread? I break it. What is fear?

When only our own hearts can sever us._

_The gold and frankincense I should have given,

Envy the myrrh I lay within your hand;

Dearer to me than fame of earth or heaven

It is, to know that you will understand._

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