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“A SOUL'S PURE RADIANCE”

I

A soul's pure radiance thrills Death's starrier air
And shines around the path my loved one trod.
Suffering she bore which few have had to bear:
She rests to-night within the arms of God.

II

And I...God guide me through this torturing dream,
Arm me with iron strength and purpose clear:
That She may say, when comes my hour supreme,
“I never left you. Husband, I am here.”