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POEMS.
And unto me, the hour when the last heart
Has ceased to save
My memory, the year
That sees my white stone lying low,
The century that sees the grave mound grow,
Free of my dust, to solid earth again,
Made ready for new dead,—all these will be
Alike to me,
Alike uncounted will remain.
Their sound I shall not hear
As I arise.
They mark no moments in the skies
Through which I mount. As constant as
God's law,
Bearing all joy and grief my first years saw,
Even my babyhood,—
Bearing all evil and all good.
Of ripest age,-nowise
Escaping and nowise forgetting one
Of all the actions done,—
And bearing all that lies
In utmost law for me,—all God's great will,
All God's great mercy,—still
I shall arise.
Has ceased to save
My memory, the year
That sees my white stone lying low,
The century that sees the grave mound grow,
Free of my dust, to solid earth again,
Made ready for new dead,—all these will be
Alike to me,
Alike uncounted will remain.
Their sound I shall not hear
As I arise.
They mark no moments in the skies
Through which I mount. As constant as
God's law,
Bearing all joy and grief my first years saw,
Even my babyhood,—
Bearing all evil and all good.
Of ripest age,-nowise
Escaping and nowise forgetting one
Of all the actions done,—
And bearing all that lies
In utmost law for me,—all God's great will,
All God's great mercy,—still
I shall arise.
The fool asks, "With what flesh? in joy or pain?
Helped or unhelped? and lonely, or again
Surrounded by our earthly friends?"
I know not; and I glory that I do
Not know that for Eternity's great ends
God counted me as worthy of such trust,
That I need not be told.
Helped or unhelped? and lonely, or again
Surrounded by our earthly friends?"
I know not; and I glory that I do
Not know that for Eternity's great ends
God counted me as worthy of such trust,
That I need not be told.
