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BELOW AND ABOVE.
“It might have been:” To the heart's deeps are cast
Those slow, sad words. To funeral trains they move
Within the soul. The deserts we have passed
We cross again—from Eden-dreams of Love!
Those slow, sad words. To funeral trains they move
Within the soul. The deserts we have passed
We cross again—from Eden-dreams of Love!
“It might have been,” we say, whene'er we give
Into the grave our coffin silently;
But the sad tears some unknown gleam receive—
We lift our eyes and say, “It still may be.”
Into the grave our coffin silently;
But the sad tears some unknown gleam receive—
We lift our eyes and say, “It still may be.”
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