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XLIX
R. I. P.
30 September, 1888
If 'tis Thy will my years outrun
The love from boyhood unestranged,
By all his changeful lot unchanged,
The Brother's heart with mine at one,
The love from boyhood unestranged,
By all his changeful lot unchanged,
The Brother's heart with mine at one,
Thy comfort, Lord, vouchsafe at last:—
Not such as bids us now forget
The love that from our skies has set,
Or blurs the memory of the past.
Not such as bids us now forget
The love that from our skies has set,
Or blurs the memory of the past.
If 'tis Thy will that we, whose feet
Earth's twilight pathways breathe and tread,
Should pray Thy mercy for the dead
And lightening of the penance meet
Earth's twilight pathways breathe and tread,
Should pray Thy mercy for the dead
And lightening of the penance meet
For frailties of the fallen race,—
O Son of Mary, let the cry
Because he loved much—heard on high,
E'en from a sinner, find Thy grace!
O Son of Mary, let the cry
Because he loved much—heard on high,
E'en from a sinner, find Thy grace!
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If 'tis Thy will that Spirits above
With exiles of the earth may feel,
And thought to thought itself reveal
—O let not my remorseful love
With exiles of the earth may feel,
And thought to thought itself reveal
—O let not my remorseful love
Beat idly 'gainst the golden gate,
Nor he the pardon sought withhold
For word unkind, repulses cold;
Nor count these useless tears too late!
Nor he the pardon sought withhold
For word unkind, repulses cold;
Nor count these useless tears too late!
If 'tis Thy will that, 'neath the Throne,
The souls who truly loved on earth,
Transfigured through Death's second birth,
Shall meet and gaze and own their own,
The souls who truly loved on earth,
Transfigured through Death's second birth,
Shall meet and gaze and own their own,
Rosed o'er with Love's ethereal fire—
Star-like that face on me will shine,
O loved and lost, O Brother mine,—
Fulfilling so the heart's desire.
Star-like that face on me will shine,
O loved and lost, O Brother mine,—
Fulfilling so the heart's desire.
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