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Our paths in life lie wide apart,
As far asunder as the poles,
But some affinity of heart—
The mystic fellowship of souls—
A force, electric or divine,
Compels my soul to follow thine.
As far asunder as the poles,
But some affinity of heart—
The mystic fellowship of souls—
A force, electric or divine,
Compels my soul to follow thine.
From depths below to heights above
I hasten, thirsting, after thee,
Whom, knowing not, perforce I love
For thy pure ideality,
Which lifts my soul from mundane things,
Till I, too, soar on angels' wings.
I hasten, thirsting, after thee,
Whom, knowing not, perforce I love
For thy pure ideality,
Which lifts my soul from mundane things,
Till I, too, soar on angels' wings.
The Suicide.
Over his midday skies a shadow crept,
The shadow of his coming doom;
And ever at his side a spectre stept,
Pointing its ghastly finger to the tomb;
And two dark phantoms, Fear and Dread,
His footsteps dogged by night and day,
Sat at his board, watched by his bed,
Took Reason's precious light away.
Then, in one hour, unguarded, he
Severed himself life's earthly bond—
Passed blindly to eternity,
Entering uncalled the Great Beyond.
········
God pity thee! poor fugitive of Fear,
Thy barque thro' loss of Reason's light was lost;
But who shall say Heaven's lifeboat was not near
To save thy sinking soul, thus tempest tossed?
The shadow of his coming doom;
And ever at his side a spectre stept,
Pointing its ghastly finger to the tomb;
And two dark phantoms, Fear and Dread,
His footsteps dogged by night and day,
Sat at his board, watched by his bed,
Took Reason's precious light away.
Then, in one hour, unguarded, he
Severed himself life's earthly bond—
Passed blindly to eternity,
Entering uncalled the Great Beyond.
········
God pity thee! poor fugitive of Fear,
Thy barque thro' loss of Reason's light was lost;
But who shall say Heaven's lifeboat was not near
To save thy sinking soul, thus tempest tossed?
