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POEMS.
Like her, I fain would pass away in sleep,
As gently as the summer flowers at eve;
And friends, I would not any one should weep
O'er such an end, look down, and vainly grieve.
I would that all of you should smile, and say,
"Dear heart, she lives and moves in heaven today!"
As gently as the summer flowers at eve;
And friends, I would not any one should weep
O'er such an end, look down, and vainly grieve.
I would that all of you should smile, and say,
"Dear heart, she lives and moves in heaven today!"
And if you came my quiet grave to see,
You'd hear my voice where soft the tender grass
Bends low, and trembles, oh! so wistfully,
As if to kiss your footsteps as they pass.
You'd see my hair, all glittering like gold,
Peep from the king-cups up above the mould.
You'd hear my voice where soft the tender grass
Bends low, and trembles, oh! so wistfully,
As if to kiss your footsteps as they pass.
You'd see my hair, all glittering like gold,
Peep from the king-cups up above the mould.
You'd meet my eyes, far bluer than of yore,
In the forget-me-nots that love to creep,
A happy light within them evermore,
So pure and glad, that you'd forget to weep,
But rather catch the rapture of a face
Celestial in its new-born looks of grace!
In the forget-me-nots that love to creep,
A happy light within them evermore,
So pure and glad, that you'd forget to weep,
But rather catch the rapture of a face
Celestial in its new-born looks of grace!
The smiling sky would sweetly smile on me,
And whispers from God's paradise would fall
Like ripples from the waves far out at sea,
Unearthly sounds, most fair and musical.
My dazzling robes as dazzling snow would shine,
Washed clean and white in the Great Fount divine!
And whispers from God's paradise would fall
Like ripples from the waves far out at sea,
Unearthly sounds, most fair and musical.
My dazzling robes as dazzling snow would shine,
Washed clean and white in the Great Fount divine!
