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MARY BEECHER LONGYEAR.

I close my eyes,—
No objects can they spy;
I lift my feet from earth,
Its substance fades away.
I raise my thought
Above earth's mountains high,
And there a home I find
On Love-lit heights of day.

I hear a voice,—
Its message true and strong
Comes to my waiting heart
With words of heavenly cheer.
I feel the truth,—
Within this home no wrong;
'Tis yours, 'tis here and now
With all you hold most dear.