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Deaf to our calls, our prayers, our cries,
Thou dost not lift thy heavy eyes;
Nor heed the tender words that flow
From lips whose kisses thrilled thee so
But yesterday! To-day in vain
We wait for kisses back again.

To-day no awful mystery hid
The dark and mazy past amid
Is half so great as this that lies
Beneath the lids of thy shut eyes,
And in those frozen lips of stone,
Impassive lips, that smile nor moan.

But yesterday with loving care
We petted, praised thee, called thee fair;
To-day, oppressed with awe, we stand
Before that ring-unfettered hand,
And scarcely dare to lift one tress
In mute and reverent caress.

But yesterday with us. To-day
Where thou art dwelling, who can say?
In heaven? But where? Oh for some spell
To make thy tongue this secret tell!
To break the silence strange and deep,
That thy sealed lips so closely keep!