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A SPIRIT PRESENT.
"Your man 's a frail man, was ne'er a hale man,
And sickness knocketh at every door,
And death comes making bold hearts cower, breaking"
Our Lettice trembled;—but once, no more.
"If death should enter, smite to the centre
Our poor home palace, all crumbling down,
He cannot fright us, nor disunite us,
Life bears Love's cross, death brings Love's crown."
And sickness knocketh at every door,
And death comes making bold hearts cower, breaking"
Our Lettice trembled;—but once, no more.
"If death should enter, smite to the centre
Our poor home palace, all crumbling down,
He cannot fright us, nor disunite us,
Life bears Love's cross, death brings Love's crown."
A SPIRIT PRESENT.
F, coming from that unknown sphereWhere I believe thou art,—
The world unseen which girds our world
So close, yet so apart,—
Thy soul's soft call unto my soul
Electrical could reach,
And mortal and immortal blend
In one familiar speech,—
What wouldst thou say to me? wouldst ask
What, since did me befall?
What, since did me befall?
