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 flight
To brighter spheres, where saints for ever dwell,
And soul greets soul 'neath one all-hallowed spell.
. . .But harder still to part
The one loved image from the trusting heart,
While life is 'beating there, and joy hath known
No place of sunshine that was shared alone.
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 flight
To brighter spheres, where saints for ever dwell,
And soul greets soul 'neath one all-hallowed spell.
. . .But harder still to part
The one loved image from the trusting heart,
While life is 'beating there, and joy hath known
No place of sunshine that was shared alone.