Poems (Smith)/On Parting

by Martha A. Smith

ON PARTING.

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'Tis over!—this great struggle,
 It has rent my heart in twain;
And I am freed forever
 From one I will not name.

Our God will judge between us
 When we have pass'd away:
I leave you to your conscience,
 Till the great judgment-day.

He who knoweth every secret—
 Every joy and every sigh—
Will bear me on my journey,
 And receive me when I die.

There is no anger in my heart
 While bidding you farewell:
I only know 'tis better
 To go from you to dwell.

Such feeling of deep hatred
 Lies rooted in your heart,
Which seems to me so earnest,
 I must from you depart.

If you think of me hereafter
 In the silence of the night,
You then will do me justice,
 For you'll know that I am right.

The still small voice of conscience
 Will ever whisper in your ear,
And warn you to be careful
 Of those I hold most dear.

I trust in my Redeemer
 For a record of my life,
When I appear before Him,
 Freed from this world of strife.

Then I leave you to your Saviour,
 While we go our lonely way,—
Trusting in the great hereafter
 Where all is bright as day.

Farewell! Still I forgive you;
 And while on earth I'll pray
That you'll be receiv'd in Heaven
 At the resurrection-day.