Freston
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No parting great as that of heart from heart!
Though I have clasped your hand and may again,
We still are more than all the world apart.
I fain would reach across that space to-day,
With outstretched hands, and lips that cry in vain
For the dear gift of love, Fate stole away,
Leaving me desolate a prey to pain!
Though I have clasped your hand and may again,
We still are more than all the world apart.
I fain would reach across that space to-day,
With outstretched hands, and lips that cry in vain
For the dear gift of love, Fate stole away,
Leaving me desolate a prey to pain!
God watch between us! when the gates of Death
Swing back to let this weary soul pass through,
I'll ask but for the blessed boon, of Faith,
To watch with Hope beside that gate for you.
If it be dark, and drear, and desolate,
To find your groping hand enfold my own,
To face the terrors of the Infinite
And seek our way together to God's throne.
Swing back to let this weary soul pass through,
I'll ask but for the blessed boon, of Faith,
To watch with Hope beside that gate for you.
If it be dark, and drear, and desolate,
To find your groping hand enfold my own,
To face the terrors of the Infinite
And seek our way together to God's throne.
