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Songs Old and New

... Collected Edition [by Elizabeth Charles]

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VI.

“They have taken away my Lord.”

“My Lord,” though dead, yet still “my Lord:”
Prophet through love's tenacity,
Powerless to hope, she yet adored,
And felt the truth she could not see.

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If He who in Himself had shone
All that God is, all man may be,
Living the truth else guessed by none,
Through years of patient ministry;
He from Whom life and peace she drew,
Whom she had followed day by day,
And worshipped more, the more she knew,
Could fade to cold unconscious clay;
If that pure life of perfect love,
Extinguished, never more should beam,
What joy could endless days above
Bring ever more, not bringing Him?
What were those angel-forms to her,
Their radiant forms and raiment white,
If dead within a sepulchre
He lay, Himself the Life and Light?
Thus when the bridge of faith was rent,
Which could have firmly spanned the gulf,
Love prostrate o'er the chasm leant,
And bridged the dark abyss herself.