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Poems.
But longing soul,
Ages must roll
O'er thee when naught is left of earth;
A moment here,
Forever there,
Beyond life's darksome portals, death.
Ages must roll
O'er thee when naught is left of earth;
A moment here,
Forever there,
Beyond life's darksome portals, death.
So look on high,
Beyond the sky.
That faith's pure light may guide your eyes,
Gleaming afar,
Through gates ajar,
To lead from earth to Paradise.
Beyond the sky.
That faith's pure light may guide your eyes,
Gleaming afar,
Through gates ajar,
To lead from earth to Paradise.
OH! ASK NOT WHY.
Oh! ask not why that her guitar remains unstrung,
Of the lone stranger within thy gate.
Her native songs in a strange land can not be sung,
The spirit chords would break, not vibrate.
Perhaps a gentle hand might tune the loosened strings,
Lift from the weary soul its shade of gloom,
For there's no life but round it ever clings
Some hope that still awaits the rain to bloom.
Of the lone stranger within thy gate.
Her native songs in a strange land can not be sung,
The spirit chords would break, not vibrate.
Perhaps a gentle hand might tune the loosened strings,
Lift from the weary soul its shade of gloom,
For there's no life but round it ever clings
Some hope that still awaits the rain to bloom.
