Poems (E. L. F.)/Parting
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PARTING.
. . .'Tis hard to part in death—To know we look upon the fading breath,And feel the pulse, faint, throb itself away,While love is watching o'er the deep decay,In heart-struck anguish, gazing speechless there,A very monument of mute despair.But there's a hope will cling in sorrow's might—We know the soul we loved hath winged its flightTo brighter spheres, where saints for ever dwell,And soul greets soul 'neath one all-hallowed spell.. . .But harder still to partThe one loved image from the trusting heart,While life is 'beating there, and joy hath knownNo place of sunshine that was shared alone.