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THE BEREAVED
I saw her Angel in my room
Stand watching by the bed
That now belongs to grief and gloom,
Because its bride is dead.
Stand watching by the bed
That now belongs to grief and gloom,
Because its bride is dead.
Long time in pensiveness she stayed,
Forgetful of her skies,
As though the spirit were afraid
To burn as burned the eyes.
Forgetful of her skies,
As though the spirit were afraid
To burn as burned the eyes.
At last she stooped. The treasured face
Bowed to the heart's request
To leap triumphant in the place
Where once it used to rest.
Bowed to the heart's request
To leap triumphant in the place
Where once it used to rest.
To think so sweet a hope should be
Beyond all strain and stir!
No nearer might she come to me,
No closer I to her.
Beyond all strain and stir!
No nearer might she come to me,
No closer I to her.
The Truant held her wounded side
Fast with her rigid hand.
Poor child! so little had she died
She scarce could understand.
Fast with her rigid hand.
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She scarce could understand.
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