Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Of Future Days

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Poems, Volume I by Florence Earle Coates Of Future Days

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OF FUTURE DAYS

I  DO not ask to know Whither thy spirit after death shall go; I only ask that I—where'er thou be—   May follow thee.  All torment and regret Thou, with thy love, couldst teach me to forget; And heaven—Alas! what hope of heaven for me   Bereft of thee?  Nay: faithless doubt and fear I lose in Him who gave thee to me, dear! He would not so unite to rend apart,   Who made the heart!