 | Poems by Rose Terry |  |
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“YOURS EVER.”
No more, no more! the words are vain;
No longer mine, and ne'er to be:
The dead heart cannot live again,
The stream run upward from the sea.
No longer mine, and ne'er to be:
The dead heart cannot live again,
The stream run upward from the sea.
The past is past, forever fled:
I lost thee on a weary day,
My life's one prayer was backward read,
My soul's last refuge torn away.
I lost thee on a weary day,
My life's one prayer was backward read,
My soul's last refuge torn away.
Not mine, not mine! no, never mine.
What years shall gather to their bough
The sere leaves of the blasted pine?
Think what I was!—what am I now?
What years shall gather to their bough
The sere leaves of the blasted pine?
Think what I was!—what am I now?
Not God, nor I, had rent apart
Thy tender clasp of living love;
Thine own hand tore the trembling heart,
That vainly prayed, and vainly strove.
Thy tender clasp of living love;
Thine own hand tore the trembling heart,
That vainly prayed, and vainly strove.
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No, never mine! all angels keep
Their faithful watch about thy way,
Around thy steps, above thy sleep!
To God I give thee while I may.
Their faithful watch about thy way,
Around thy steps, above thy sleep!
To God I give thee while I may.
Forever His, but never mine.
Ah! when this fearful life shall flee,
Wrapt safely in His rest divine,
I shall not even lament for thee!
Ah! when this fearful life shall flee,
Wrapt safely in His rest divine,
I shall not even lament for thee!
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