A DREAM OF RESURRECTION.
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On the cliff-top, earth dim and heaven clear,
My soul lies calmly, above hope—or fear.
My soul lies calmly, above hope—or fear.
But not—(do Thou forbid
Whose stainless lid
Wept tears at Lazarus' grave, and looking down
Afar off, upon Solyma's doomed town.)
Ah, not above love—human yet divine—
Which, Thee seen first, in Thee sees all of Thine!
Whose stainless lid
Wept tears at Lazarus' grave, and looking down
Afar off, upon Solyma's doomed town.)
Ah, not above love—human yet divine—
Which, Thee seen first, in Thee sees all of Thine!
Is 't sunset? The keen breeze
Blows from the seas:
And at my side a pleasant vision stands
With her brown eyes and kind extended hands.
Dear, we 'll go down together and full fain
From the cliff-top to the busy world again.
Blows from the seas:
And at my side a pleasant vision stands
With her brown eyes and kind extended hands.
Dear, we 'll go down together and full fain
From the cliff-top to the busy world again.
AN EVENING GUEST.
IF, in the silence of this lonely eve,With the street lamp pale flickering on the wall,
An angel were to whisper me, "Believe—
It shall be given thee. Call!"—whom should I call?
