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 COPYRIGHT 1891, 
 
 BY DWIGHT WILLIAMS, 
 
 CAZENOVIA. N Y 
 
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 "•^H, touch me not."" the Master said, 
 
 And wliy. as Mary stood ; 
 Could slie look down the path that led 
 
 From that deep solitude 
 Whither he went through tears and blood 
 
 To that abyss so deej), 
 
 So far beyond the land of sleep, 
 That they who go with teai's bedewed 
 
 Come not to us who weep i 
 
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 ^OULD slie look up the royal road, 
 The highway whither he 
 
 Should reach iu triumph liis ahode 
 With throngs iu jubilee. 
 
 To take his crown, and sceptred Ix' ^ 
 Beyond her touch he knew 
 Far as the stars iu azure blue, 
 
 And yet so near, the same to see, 
 Her loving Lord and true. 
 
Ill 
 
 JESUS let me stand by thee, 
 
 And share the same surprise ; 
 All, hast thou not a word for me, 
 
 A smile for ray poor e3'es ; 
 May not the same dear dawn arise 
 
 Oil all thy weary ones ; 
 
 Shall Mary only hear the tones 
 Sweet as the angel symphonies 
 
 Amid the golden thrones ? 
 
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 ^O often I have heard thee si)eak, 
 
 And yet I knew thee not, 
 And in my weeping came to seek 
 
 Thee only in tlie grot, 
 With spices home to hless the spot, 
 
 And sweetly hallow it ; 
 
 And where they laid thee long to sit, 
 In sorrow of my stricken lot 
 
 Where silence seemed most tit. 
 
_M]Y woes are dead since thou dost live, 
 
 "Rabboni " thou art here ; 
 I know thee and my love I ^ive 
 
 To Ihee my Saviour near, 
 I stand beside thee without fear, 
 
 And yet two worlds divide 
 
 Just where we stand ; thou beautified 
 In lieaven's serenest atmosphere, 
 
 Mine still the earthward side. 
 
" J? ABBONI," I have called thee mine, 
 I know thee hy my love ; 
 
 It fills me with a thrill divine, 
 And in the light thereof 
 
 I cannot from thy smile remove, 
 For distance is no har. 
 Love needeth not a golden car 
 
 To mount away to realms above. 
 The same if near or far. 
 
J KNOW thou last ascended, yet 
 
 Tliou art as near to me 
 As thou to tliose on Olivet, 
 
 Who stood transfixed to see 
 The chariot cloud that came for thee, 
 
 And heard thy words so sweet ; 
 
 I stand within my heart's retreat ; 
 O world ! we here part company, 
 
 ]VIy rai)ture is com])lete. 
 
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 '*f? ABBONI," I can only say, 
 
 The wonder fills my eyes, 
 The morning of the perfect day 
 
 Sweej^s on in glad surprise ; 
 Love calleth me, my heart replies, 
 
 This only can I tell, 
 
 I know thee, and I love thee well ; 
 Thy smile my pathway heautifies, 
 
 And in thy peace I dwell. 
 
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