 | O soul of mine! |  |
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To “DOROTHY, MY DAUGHTER.”
Of her I dreamed that I had lost,
But whose dear hands and eyes
Will greet me when I too have crossed
Yonder to Paradise,
Despite past tears, nor sad to-day
Nor faithless be the words I say!
But whose dear hands and eyes
Will greet me when I too have crossed
Yonder to Paradise,
Despite past tears, nor sad to-day
Nor faithless be the words I say!
Because whate'er has lived and loved
Is loving, living, yet,
Albeit from outward sense removed—
Bright orbs that cannot set
Upon that inward realm divine
Where all sweet memories burn and shine—
Is loving, living, yet,
Albeit from outward sense removed—
Bright orbs that cannot set
Upon that inward realm divine
Where all sweet memories burn and shine—
Because the spirit knows no bar
To sunder earth from heaven,
And that God's gifts eternal are
And cannot be un-given,
I claim to keep God's gift to me,
My heart's white rose, my Dorothy.
To sunder earth from heaven,
And that God's gifts eternal are
And cannot be un-given,
I claim to keep God's gift to me,
My heart's white rose, my Dorothy.
| O soul of mine! | |