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SPIRIT-LOVE.
TELL me, ye who long have threaded
All the mazes of the heart!
Are not life and death still wedded—
Each of each a part?
All the mazes of the heart!
Are not life and death still wedded—
Each of each a part?
Once a gentle form before me
Shed a light around my soul;
Holy eyes were bending o'er me,
Music through my spirit stole.
Once my inmost life was plighted
Fondly with a saint on earth,
Like two music notes united—
Notes that sever in their birth.
Yet not severed we, though parted,
Still, in truth, our souls are one;
Though on earth the gentle-hearted
Hath her blesséd mission done.
Still, for me in sweet communion,
Lives the form that seemeth dead.
Love was once our chain of union,
Still with love our souls are wed.
Shed a light around my soul;
Holy eyes were bending o'er me,
Music through my spirit stole.
Once my inmost life was plighted
Fondly with a saint on earth,
Like two music notes united—
Notes that sever in their birth.
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Still, in truth, our souls are one;
Though on earth the gentle-hearted
Hath her blesséd mission done.
Still, for me in sweet communion,
Lives the form that seemeth dead.
Love was once our chain of union,
Still with love our souls are wed.
In the spirit's tranquil vesper,
When the prayer of love ascends,
Comes a soft, responsive whisper—
With my voiceless musing blends.
Then, as earth's dim shadows faintly
Flit, and from mine eyes depart,
Dwells with me a presence saintly,
Dove-like, folded near my heart.
Tell me, then, ye spirit-seeing!When the prayer of love ascends,
Comes a soft, responsive whisper—
With my voiceless musing blends.
Then, as earth's dim shadows faintly
Flit, and from mine eyes depart,
Dwells with me a presence saintly,
Dove-like, folded near my heart.
Is it truth the angel saith?
Is not love the chain of being—
Love the lord of death?
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