 | [Poems by Larcom in] The ladies' wreath and Parlor Annual |  |
[III. Blest “with thy likeness!” This is all my prayer]
Blest “with thy likeness!” This is all my prayer,To that high goal my ardent wishes tend,
Seeing thee, shall I love thee, Father, Friend,
And, loving thee, shall thy pure image bear.
When I the white robes of the ransomed wear,
And in thy Perfect Presence humbly bend,
Thy owning smile to my heart's brim will send
A well of joy thenceforth unfailing there.
Thy likeness, Thine, Immortal Purity,
No sensual blemish evermore will hide.
All worlds shall but reflect thy light to me;
My soul, by gazing on thee, glorified,
Serenely from its depths shall mirror Thee,
And then, O God! I shall be satisfied!
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