The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/To M——
To M.
Ah, could it be, a hand unseenJust for a moment drew the screen?I saw a face remembered—known,Now radiant by a shining throne.
That face oft seen among the flowers,Where dewdrops clung in early hours!Was it a carol or a breeze,A fragrance blown from budding trees?
Garlands of flowers, O Love Divine!Garlands of flowers, O heart of mine!In stilly night, a presence near;An ecstasy of joy, a tear!
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