THE LIGHT FALLEN.
A friend was stricken from my life—I found no word to sob or say;One shiver marked the severed nerve,And I walked silent on my way.
But from the bosom of my faithI missed its soul of loveliness,And, musing in my steps, I said:What unblest vacancy is this?
What light hath fall'n from soul and skyWhose absence should afflict so soreThat I discern no heaven on high,Within, no living Saviour more?
I dreamed not how my worship hungOn human features, till that dayThat showed th' ideal presence gone,And life's sweet Christ entombed for aye.
