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[Released at last! Released from agony!]
Released at last! Released from agony!
The Lord hath answered thus our pleading cry;
And thou hast gone! Sweet peace upon thy brow—
In heaven now.
The Lord hath answered thus our pleading cry;
And thou hast gone! Sweet peace upon thy brow—
In heaven now.
Yes, gone! The perfumed flower he loved so well
No longer hath aërial tale to tell
The glad green earth; the vocal air is mute
As broken lute.
No longer hath aërial tale to tell
The glad green earth; the vocal air is mute
As broken lute.
Gone? Not gone; for, like a nestling bird,
Creeps back into our heart his quiet word,
And, with the music of a hidden rill,
Sings to us still.
Creeps back into our heart his quiet word,
And, with the music of a hidden rill,
Sings to us still.
No filmy veil shall fall 'twixt us and thee;
But, rather, thou shalt help our eyes to see
That thou art closer—dearer—than before
Death oped his door.
But, rather, thou shalt help our eyes to see
That thou art closer—dearer—than before
Death oped his door.
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