Around the year with Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

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So close it lies, that when my sight is clear,
   I think I almost see the gleaming strand.
I know I feel those who have gone from here
   Come near enough, sometimes, to touch my hand.
I often think, but for our veilèd eyes,
We should find heaven, right round about us lies.
                                                       Beyond.