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THE LIGHT FALLEN.
A friend was stricken from my life—
I found no word to sob or say;
One shiver marked the severed nerve,
And I walked silent on my way.
I found no word to sob or say;
One shiver marked the severed nerve,
And I walked silent on my way.
But from the bosom of my faith
I missed its soul of loveliness,
And, musing in my steps, I said:
What unblest vacancy is this?
I missed its soul of loveliness,
And, musing in my steps, I said:
What unblest vacancy is this?
What light hath fall'n from soul and sky
Whose absence should afflict so sore
That I discern no heaven on high,
Within, no living Saviour more?
Whose absence should afflict so sore
That I discern no heaven on high,
Within, no living Saviour more?
I dreamed not how my worship hung
On human features, till that day
That showed th' ideal presence gone,
And life's sweet Christ entombed for aye.
On human features, till that day
That showed th' ideal presence gone,
And life's sweet Christ entombed for aye.
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