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Poems (Hoffman)/Harmony

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4567499Poems — HarmonyMartha Lavinia Hoffman
HARMONY
Too late they met—for youth had passed away,Met where earth thrilled with love-notes rich and strongAnd Nature, like a little child at playWhose innocence rebuked a thought of wrong,Sang snatches of sweet song and laughed between;The softest harmony of song and scene.
Yet not too late they met to learn that eachLoved the fair landscape with a poet's loveAnd not too late to understand the speechInterpreted by both from stream and grove,And not too late to learn what souls may miss,In life's entanglement of Heavenly bliss.
Perish the thought that hath one shade of sin,Let angels consecrate their mutual tastes;Locked is the gate, they may not enter inTo traverse side by side life's desert wastes;Strong is that gate as God's immortal word,And over it hangs Mercy's flaming sword.
So consecrate to friendship all the streamsThat flow harmoniously through realms of mind;Friendship as pure and true as angel dreams,To waken when all night is left behindWaken to know,—to those who pray and waitNothing that's sinless ever comes too late.