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III. “JESUS WEPT.” (St. John xi. 35.)
Christ, Thou hast wept! Forgive the tears I shed;I know Thou wilt upraise her. But I fear
This captious questioner within. The tear
That falls so oft upon her grave is bred
Of doubt and horror. When her Spirit fled
'Twas sanctified in Thee: but I am here,
On this bleak earth, a lorn probationer,
Struggling against myself—She is not dead,
But sleepeth:—shall I ever see her more,
Or see her as she was, the soul, the life,
Of my life's being? I shall sleep and wake,
But will the waking unto me restore,
Or find me doom'd for ever to forsake,
The glorified immortal, once my Wife?
Wednesday, August 22, 1849.
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