 | Sonnets of sorrow and triumph |  |
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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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