TO A DEPARTED SPIRIT
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When night's dim shadows the green hills enshroud.
And from all human things I steal apart
To where my soul dare breathe aloud,
By thy lone grave, the Mecca of my heart,
And from all human things I steal apart
To where my soul dare breathe aloud,
By thy lone grave, the Mecca of my heart,
Dost thou still watch beside me? no reply
Of blest assurance falls upon my ear;
No white-robed vision greets my upturned eye,
But in my soul, beloved, I feel thee near.
September 24, 1869.
Of blest assurance falls upon my ear;
No white-robed vision greets my upturned eye,
But in my soul, beloved, I feel thee near.
September 24, 1869.
