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Dormie Darling.
Oh! but to hear the softly breathed "Mother"
Whispered by lips, with music like none other—
Oh! but to feel thine arms' slight pressure round me
Whose sweetest and most welcome fetters bound me,
  And read the love unspoken, Dormie darling,
    In thy pure eyes, my child.

  My life is dark and lonely, Dormie darling,
    I'm lonely now, my child—
For the blest radiance from thy presence beaming,
Lighting the future with such glorious seeming,
Went out with thee, and stricken down I'm groping
'Along tangled reeds, by quivering torchlight, hoping,
Still hoping for that promised dawn, whose breaking
Will loose the bonds which keep the soul from waking,
  In whose pure brightness only, Dormie darling,
    We meet again, my child.

  Our love can never perish, Dormie darling,
    It cannot fade, my child,
Gift of the Infinite, which we inherit,
As all His children, whose pure loving spirit,
As shown alike in giving and recalling,
Will surely keep our fainting steps from falling.
So trusting on till unto us 'tis given
To meet rejoicing in that glorious heaven,
  Life of my life, I cherish, Dormie darling,
    My love for thee, my child.