POEMS.
23
Sleep without fear—death turns all wrong to right.
I wonder, shall we meet, dear, when I die.
Those who believe in heaven say "good-night";
But I, in losing all my blind soul's light,
Standing in hopeless darkness, say "good-by."
I wonder, shall we meet, dear, when I die.
Those who believe in heaven say "good-night";
But I, in losing all my blind soul's light,
Standing in hopeless darkness, say "good-by."
Good-by, dear heart, repentance comes too late;
But if there be a heaven beyond the sky,
And you should chance to find the golden gate,
By all our happy past, I pray you, wait,
Lest my lost, lonely spirit pass it by.
But if there be a heaven beyond the sky,
And you should chance to find the golden gate,
By all our happy past, I pray you, wait,
Lest my lost, lonely spirit pass it by.
C. D.
