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PARTED.
I have lost the human yearning,
For the touch of thy dear lips,
And the light of thy sweet eyes,
Veiled in such a strange eclipse.
And the agony of longing,
For thy warm soft hand in mine,
Loses its exquisite paining,
'Neath the healing touch of Time.
For the touch of thy dear lips,
And the light of thy sweet eyes,
Veiled in such a strange eclipse.
And the agony of longing,
For thy warm soft hand in mine,
Loses its exquisite paining,
'Neath the healing touch of Time.
But when little footsteps near me,
Little hands clasp mama's own,
Little lips held up to kiss me,
Shyly ask, "where's papa gone,"
Then I say, "gone with the angels,"
And I look at heaven's blue,
And wonder if a straggling sunray,
Of God's glory will peep through.
Little hands clasp mama's own,
Little lips held up to kiss me,
Shyly ask, "where's papa gone,"
Then I say, "gone with the angels,"
And I look at heaven's blue,
And wonder if a straggling sunray,
Of God's glory will peep through.
Sometimes when the pale white shadow
Of the moon falls on my bed,
Making squares of silvery light,
And creeping over baby's head,
I think I see thee stand so near me,
That I lie, afraid to breathe,
Lest thou answer and departing,
Break the blessed dream of peace.
Of the moon falls on my bed,
Making squares of silvery light,
And creeping over baby's head,
I think I see thee stand so near me,
That I lie, afraid to breathe,
Lest thou answer and departing,
Break the blessed dream of peace.
When the sky hangs out her golden,
Banners in the early morn,
And the blue's sweet curling vapors,
Rise like thoughts to heaven borne,
Banners in the early morn,
And the blue's sweet curling vapors,
Rise like thoughts to heaven borne,
