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THE ECHO
DREAMED IN A SOLITARY EVENING, MARCH 4, 1905.
God gave the echo, that no beauteous sound
Should e'er without its counterpart be found.
So, where angelic melody has birth,
It wakes its partner ere it flits from earth.
Should e'er without its counterpart be found.
So, where angelic melody has birth,
It wakes its partner ere it flits from earth.
A monarch wears upon his diadem
The rainbow, prisoned in an opal gem.
Ev'n so, all glories of sea and sky
Captive in Man's imagination lie.
The rainbow, prisoned in an opal gem.
Ev'n so, all glories of sea and sky
Captive in Man's imagination lie.
With them the boundless æons of the past,
And future dim that should forever last.
So, one may think our Lord his crown doth make
Of such soul gems, and wears them for our sake.
And future dim that should forever last.
So, one may think our Lord his crown doth make
Of such soul gems, and wears them for our sake.
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