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NEARER.
It scatters diamonds from the trees,
Such as queens never wore;
And stealing softly comes the night!—
Night! and the rain is o'er.
Such as queens never wore;
And stealing softly comes the night!—
Night! and the rain is o'er.
NEARER.
One sweet and precious thought
Comes to me every night,
When dying day flushes the west
With blood-red gleams of light;
I'm nearer to the perfect life,
Nearer the great To-Be,—
Nearer the night when peace shall come!
Nearer, my love, to thee!
Comes to me every night,
When dying day flushes the west
With blood-red gleams of light;
I'm nearer to the perfect life,
Nearer the great To-Be,—
Nearer the night when peace shall come!
Nearer, my love, to thee!
The winter's cruel cold
Sweeps o'er thy graveyard bed;
The white snow hovers tenderly
O'er thy unconscious head;
But peace and calm drop on my heart
With each declining sun,
For then, I think, 'twill not be long
Before we shall be one.
Sweeps o'er thy graveyard bed;
The white snow hovers tenderly
O'er thy unconscious head;
But peace and calm drop on my heart
With each declining sun,
For then, I think, 'twill not be long
Before we shall be one.
Through toil of hand and brain,
And heaviness of heart,—
Through all these long-drawn years
Since we have been apart,—
And heaviness of heart,—
Through all these long-drawn years
Since we have been apart,—
