POEMS.
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I think that I should hear you as of old,
Should feel the pressure of your heart a-near,
So that my spirit's wings would droop and fold
About you close, to shield you from all fear;
The while you said, "My dearest, it was best;
God willed it so, what matters all the rest?"
Should feel the pressure of your heart a-near,
So that my spirit's wings would droop and fold
About you close, to shield you from all fear;
The while you said, "My dearest, it was best;
God willed it so, what matters all the rest?"
To die in sleep! Sweet comes the thought to me,
To close the tired eyes on earthly strife,
And to awaken to eternity,
Unto the joys of everlasting life.
Oh! do not say that she you loved is dead,
But that she sleepeth, and is comforted!
To close the tired eyes on earthly strife,
And to awaken to eternity,
Unto the joys of everlasting life.
Oh! do not say that she you loved is dead,
But that she sleepeth, and is comforted!
"NOT DEAD, BUT LIVING UNTO THEE."
(IN LOVING MEMORY OF E. P.)
"All souls are Thine, we must not say
That they are dead who pass away."
Rev. John Ellerton.
That they are dead who pass away."
Rev. John Ellerton.
OH! closed eyes that ne'er again will weep,
Nor open on a world of tearful strife,
But beautiful and calm in their last sleep
Will wake beyond unto a better life.
Dear eyes, that ever held on earth for me
A welcome like God's sunlight o'er the sea.
Nor open on a world of tearful strife,
But beautiful and calm in their last sleep
Will wake beyond unto a better life.
Dear eyes, that ever held on earth for me
A welcome like God's sunlight o'er the sea.
Oh! helpful hands across a quiet breast,
Their loving work for others nobly done,
Their loving work for others nobly done,
