 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield
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SONNET.
Ye eyes of Heaven! what forms behind you wear
Such radiant glories as ye shed on earth?
Where is the Eden of their heavenly birth,
Oh, where the dwellings of those shapes of air?
Perchance, loved ones who felt like us despair,
And all the sickening ills of this world's dearth,
Franchised from clay, may now come hurrying forth,
To waft above each heart-revealing prayer,
To listen to each sorrow of our lot,
And tell earth's children, with a voice of light,
They dwell forever in their holy sight,
And never can in glory be forgot!
Love, the pure fountain of all mind, imparts
Its bliss and beauty to the heaven of hearts.
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield
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