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ON MY HUSBAND'S BIRTHDAY.
Sixty and seven hast thou fulfilled this day,My Husband, of the appointed years of man;
Now resting from thy labours a brief span
Before the final close. I dare not pray
That the mysterious veil be drawn away
Which parts thee from this world and all its woes:
So parted, thou dost hold perhaps—God knows—
Higher communion, for thy portion lay
In a fair heritage—“an heavenly.”—Aye,
When goodliest here, toward that better land
Thy thoughts still tended, and with all thy might
The Master's work committed to thine hand
Thou didst—deep mindful of the coming night.
Lord! in thine own good time make thou his darkness light!
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