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H. M.
But yester-month I had not seen his face;
To-day that face can be no more forgot;
Too full of something beyond time and space
To be remembered not.
To-day that face can be no more forgot;
Too full of something beyond time and space
To be remembered not.
Few words we spoke together, and those few
Not of the one dear solace souls may win;
Only from something in his eyes I knew
What Presence housed within.
Not of the one dear solace souls may win;
Only from something in his eyes I knew
What Presence housed within.
That his long since the all-healing antidote,
Needed no words; his very glance sufficed;
No eye e'er looked upon him but took note
That he had been with Christ.
Needed no words; his very glance sufficed;
No eye e'er looked upon him but took note
That he had been with Christ.
So brave, so suffering, so with meekness crowned!
And with such patient smile he bore his cross!
Ah! scarce I knew the jewel I had found,
Before I learned its loss.
And with such patient smile he bore his cross!
Ah! scarce I knew the jewel I had found,
Before I learned its loss.
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