The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/To M——
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To M.
Ah, could it be, a hand unseen
Just for a moment drew the screen?
I saw a face remembered—known,
Now radiant by a shining throne.
Just for a moment drew the screen?
I saw a face remembered—known,
Now radiant by a shining throne.
That face oft seen among the flowers,
Where dewdrops clung in early hours!
Was it a carol or a breeze,
A fragrance blown from budding trees?
Where dewdrops clung in early hours!
Was it a carol or a breeze,
A fragrance blown from budding trees?
Garlands of flowers, O Love Divine!
Garlands of flowers, O heart of mine!
In stilly night, a presence near;
An ecstasy of joy, a tear!
Garlands of flowers, O heart of mine!
In stilly night, a presence near;
An ecstasy of joy, a tear!
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