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POEMS.
O! wondrous alchemy divine—
The Power, that water changed to wine,
Dissolves the spell of death's dark night;
Graves hear Thy voice, "Let there be light."
The Power, that water changed to wine,
Dissolves the spell of death's dark night;
Graves hear Thy voice, "Let there be light."
So, while beside the buried Past,
I sit and sing, the hours speed fast—
Dear Heart! for her we breathe no sigh,
She taught us how to live and die.
I sit and sing, the hours speed fast—
Dear Heart! for her we breathe no sigh,
She taught us how to live and die.
O Faith, that smiles when tempests lower,
Be mine thy overcoming power,
To calmly wait, till solved shall be
Of Death and Life the mystery.
Be mine thy overcoming power,
To calmly wait, till solved shall be
Of Death and Life the mystery.
