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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
FATHER AND CHILD
Beneath the deep and solemn midnight sky,At this last verge and boundary of time
I stand, and listen to the starry chime
That sounds to the inward ear, and will not die.
Now do the thoughts that daily hidden lie
Arise, and live in a celestial clime,—
Unutterable thoughts, most high, sublime,—
Crossed by one dread that frights mortality.
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Sob in its sleep within the cottage near—
My own dear child! Gone is that mortal doubt!
The Power that drew our lives forth from the wild
Our Father is; we shall to Him be dear,
Nor from His universe be blotted out!
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |