THE SAME CONTINUED.
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Look! for a season (ah, too brief a space), While yet the spell is strong upon the rout, With something of still fear all move about, As though a breath or motion might displace The Spirit, which had come of heavenly grace Among them, for a moment to redeem Their thoughts and passions from the selfish dream Of earthly life, and its inglorious race. If we might keep this awe upon us still, If we might walk for ever in the power And in the shadow of the mystery, Which has been spread around us at this hour, This might suffice to guard us from much ill, This might go far to keep us pure and free.