 | An Experience. |  |
AN EXPERIENCE.
BY MARGARET E. SANGSTER.
ONE came and told me suddenly,
"Your friend is dead! Last year she went;"
But many years my friend had spent
In life's wide wastes, apart from me.
"Your friend is dead! Last year she went;"
But many years my friend had spent
In life's wide wastes, apart from me.
And lately I had felt her near,
And walked as if by soft winds fanned,
Had felt the touching of her hand,
Had known she held me close and dear.
And walked as if by soft winds fanned,
Had felt the touching of her hand,
Had known she held me close and dear.
And swift I learned that being dead
Meant rather being free to live,
And free to seek me, free to give,
And so my heart was comforted.
Meant rather being free to live,
And free to seek me, free to give,
And so my heart was comforted.
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