The Vision of Prophecy and Other Poems By James D. Burns ... Second Edition |
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TO A FRIEND DEPARTED. |
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XXVI. TO A FRIEND DEPARTED.
The memory of thy truth to me
My heart will ne'er resign,
Until, beloved! mine shall be
As cold a bed as thine.
High o'er my path of life it will
Hang ever as a star,
To cheer my steps toward the hill
Where the immortal are.
My heart will ne'er resign,
Until, beloved! mine shall be
As cold a bed as thine.
High o'er my path of life it will
Hang ever as a star,
To cheer my steps toward the hill
Where the immortal are.
The lesson of thy gentle life,
Thy trials meekly borne,
Will keep me hopeful in the strife
When fainting and out-worn;
Then, for a darker hour remains
The memory of the faith
That triumphed over mortal pains,
And calmly fronted death.
Thy trials meekly borne,
Will keep me hopeful in the strife
When fainting and out-worn;
Then, for a darker hour remains
The memory of the faith
That triumphed over mortal pains,
And calmly fronted death.
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I once had hoped that side by side
Our journey we might go,
And with a perfect love divide
Our gladness and our woe;
But thou hast reached thy Father's home,
And happier thou art there
Than I, left wearily to roam
Through days of grief and care.
Our journey we might go,
And with a perfect love divide
Our gladness and our woe;
But thou hast reached thy Father's home,
And happier thou art there
Than I, left wearily to roam
Through days of grief and care.
Though all is changed since thou art gone,
I would not wish thee here,
Far rather would I weep alone
Than see thee shed a tear;—
The thought of thy great happiness
Is now a part of mine;
Nor would I wish my sorrow less
To see that sorrow thine.
I would not wish thee here,
Far rather would I weep alone
Than see thee shed a tear;—
The thought of thy great happiness
Is now a part of mine;
Nor would I wish my sorrow less
To see that sorrow thine.
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