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IN MEMORIAM.
Wreathe the white brow
In blossoms pure and sweet as her young life,
Which crowned the names of maiden and of wife
With all of loveliness that God hath given
To win the trust of earth, the crown of heaven.
In blossoms pure and sweet as her young life,
Which crowned the names of maiden and of wife
With all of loveliness that God hath given
To win the trust of earth, the crown of heaven.
Then lead him here!
The husband of her soul, whose swift feet came
With eager heart on fire and eyes aflame,
Yet all too late to catch the failing breath,
Or touch her lips before the kiss of death.
The husband of her soul, whose swift feet came
With eager heart on fire and eyes aflame,
Yet all too late to catch the failing breath,
Or touch her lips before the kiss of death.
Kiss her good-night;
She sleeps to wake beneath those fairer skies
Whose light shall chase the shadows from her eyes;
Where, soon or late, all passing terror scorning
Her lips will greet us with a glad "Good Morning!"
She sleeps to wake beneath those fairer skies
Whose light shall chase the shadows from her eyes;
Where, soon or late, all passing terror scorning
Her lips will greet us with a glad "Good Morning!"
Kiss her good-night!
