THE LOVERS' LAST MEETING.
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Would wander there, twin-spirits, hand in hand,
Beside the lovely Eden streams that glass
The blessed rainbow skies, how they would cull
The sweetest blossoms glowing with the dews
Of heaven, and twine them into beauteous wreaths,
Dear love-wreaths, for each other's foreheads; how
They oft would fly upon their spirit-wings
From star to star, to read the beautiful
And blazing mysteries of the sky, and how
They would at times come down from heaven to earth
To sit beside each other on the dear
And blessed spot where then they sat, and muse
On all the raptures shared together there,
And breathe again the vows so often breathed
In life from their deep hearts of love, and make
That scene the tryst of their pure souls in heaven
As 'twas their tryst upon the earth.
Beside the lovely Eden streams that glass
The blessed rainbow skies, how they would cull
The sweetest blossoms glowing with the dews
Of heaven, and twine them into beauteous wreaths,
Dear love-wreaths, for each other's foreheads; how
They oft would fly upon their spirit-wings
From star to star, to read the beautiful
And blazing mysteries of the sky, and how
They would at times come down from heaven to earth
To sit beside each other on the dear
And blessed spot where then they sat, and muse
On all the raptures shared together there,
And breathe again the vows so often breathed
In life from their deep hearts of love, and make
That scene the tryst of their pure souls in heaven
As 'twas their tryst upon the earth.
But though
By soft and low and gentle words like these,
By soft and low and gentle words like these,
