The poetical remains of William Sidney Walker ... Edited with a memoir of the author by the Rev. J. Moultrie |
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I AM FAR FROM HER. |
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I AM FAR FROM HER.
I am far from her whom my soul loves best,
I am far from my love, and yet I am blest;
And my heart leaps in me as blithe and gay,
As the heart of a bird on a glad spring day.
I am far from my love, and yet I am blest;
And my heart leaps in me as blithe and gay,
As the heart of a bird on a glad spring day.
For I know that my love is good and pure,
And I know that her faith is firm and sure;
A fount of truth, too deep and still
For chance to ruffle, or absence chill.
And I know that her faith is firm and sure;
A fount of truth, too deep and still
For chance to ruffle, or absence chill.
We have loved thro' want, we have loved thro' wrong,
We have felt the blight of the slanderer's tongue;
And the selfish scorner's worldly eye
Has mock'd at our calm fidelity.
We have felt the blight of the slanderer's tongue;
And the selfish scorner's worldly eye
Has mock'd at our calm fidelity.
But our friendship droop'd not in the shower,
For it was not the growth of a summer hour;
And the worldling's smile, and the false one's sneer,
Made each but to each more proudly dear.
For it was not the growth of a summer hour;
And the worldling's smile, and the false one's sneer,
Made each but to each more proudly dear.
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Then onward, onward, in hope and joy!
We are far apart, but our meeting is nigh;
Our term of trial will soon be o'er,
And the true shall meet, to part no more!
We are far apart, but our meeting is nigh;
Our term of trial will soon be o'er,
And the true shall meet, to part no more!
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