THOUGHTS
Swift through the distance, winged with pleasant fancies,
My thoughts I send to the dear friends I love,
Bearing affection's golden chain, whose clasping
Links soul to soul, life here to life above.
My thoughts I send to the dear friends I love,
Bearing affection's golden chain, whose clasping
Links soul to soul, life here to life above.
Our Father's life is ours, in richest measure:
And He is love itself, and "love is life;"
So should our life be ever love's exponent,
Uplifting, helping, free from wrong or strife.
And He is love itself, and "love is life;"
So should our life be ever love's exponent,
Uplifting, helping, free from wrong or strife.
Thought knows no space nor time, true as the mag—net
When one with love, it seeks and draws its own,
And soul meets soul in tender, sweet communion
Such as earth's fleeting friendships ne'er have known.
When one with love, it seeks and draws its own,
And soul meets soul in tender, sweet communion
Such as earth's fleeting friendships ne'er have known.
So over hill and dale my thoughts will reach you,
No bonds to hinder them upon their way,
And Memory's roll shall bear this pleasant record,—
With friends beloved my soul has been to-day.
No bonds to hinder them upon their way,
And Memory's roll shall bear this pleasant record,—
With friends beloved my soul has been to-day.
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