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TRIUMPHUS
I
At last, at last, the message! definite
As dawn, that tells the night has gone away.
The Silence has grown eloquent with it—
The Silence that, late filled me with dismay,
So dumb it was. Triumphant now I sit
So near to God and you I need not pray
For only prayers of thankfulness were fit
For this estate wherein I dwell to-day.
As dawn, that tells the night has gone away.
The Silence has grown eloquent with it—
The Silence that, late filled me with dismay,
So dumb it was. Triumphant now I sit
So near to God and you I need not pray
For only prayers of thankfulness were fit
For this estate wherein I dwell to-day.
You live, you love me! You have heard my call
And answered it in your own way. The proof
So satisfies the soul of me, were all
The hosts of earth henceforth to stand aloof
Till I recanted—my reply were this—
“One men call dead has sent me messages.”
And answered it in your own way. The proof
So satisfies the soul of me, were all
The hosts of earth henceforth to stand aloof
Till I recanted—my reply were this—
“One men call dead has sent me messages.”
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II
Oh, my Belovèd! Through these months like years
I know you might have reached me sooner here,
Had I not blurred the trail by storms of tears;
And yet, how could, how could I help it, dear?
Now you have found a way to make God's spheres
Seem very intimate and very near.
And radiant—my lonely path appears,
The light you cast upon it is so clear.
I know you might have reached me sooner here,
Had I not blurred the trail by storms of tears;
And yet, how could, how could I help it, dear?
Now you have found a way to make God's spheres
Seem very intimate and very near.
And radiant—my lonely path appears,
The light you cast upon it is so clear.
I stand victorious at the longed-for goal
With open vision where I once was blind,
And cry aloud to every suffering soul
“Pray without ceasing—seek, and ye shall find.
Though Science sneer and school and church condemn—
Your dead dwell near—you may commune with them.”
With open vision where I once was blind,
And cry aloud to every suffering soul
“Pray without ceasing—seek, and ye shall find.
Though Science sneer and school and church condemn—
Your dead dwell near—you may commune with them.”
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