POEMS
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| “Faith, hope, and tears, triune, |
| Above the sod |
| Find peace in God, |
| And one eternal noon.” |
| Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer; |
| And I am blest! |
| This is Thy high behest: |
| Thou, here and everywhere. |
Meeting of My Departed Mother and Husband
| “Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark is past |
| The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last — |
| Beyond rough foam. |
| Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore — |
| Spirit emancipate for this far shore — |
| Thee to thy home. |
| “You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys, |
| To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys, |
| Brave wrestler, lone. |
| Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled; |
| Man is not mortal, never of the dead: |
| The dark unknown. |
| “When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed, |
| Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomed |
| To pass away. |
| But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed |
| Majestic forms; and radiant glory sped |
| The dawning day. |
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