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The Poet's ‘Lilian.’
IN MEMORY OF S. E. at SHAWELL.
OCTOBER 14TH, 1889.
Come to the grave, and tell her we have met,
Bid her come forth, and smile once more, once more;
But ah! the deep earth and the fast-closed door
And the green grass with tears, not dewdrops, wet!
Dear soul, whose laughing eyes were ever set
To fill the dark with light, to make with store
Of simple kindness for the rich and poor
A crown of joy, thou hast thy coronet.
Bid her come forth, and smile once more, once more;
But ah! the deep earth and the fast-closed door
And the green grass with tears, not dewdrops, wet!
Dear soul, whose laughing eyes were ever set
To fill the dark with light, to make with store
Of simple kindness for the rich and poor
A crown of joy, thou hast thy coronet.
And we, who stand and sorrow without words
Because one more of those, who through life's span
Brightened the earth, has passed beyond recall,
We say, “She once was ours, she is the Lord's,
She whom the poet sang of, ‘Lilian,’
Sings now in Heaven and smiles upon us all.”
Because one more of those, who through life's span
Brightened the earth, has passed beyond recall,
We say, “She once was ours, she is the Lord's,
She whom the poet sang of, ‘Lilian,’
Sings now in Heaven and smiles upon us all.”
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