The Holy Memory
My toni th7 sacred image kfceps, My mldnigbt dreama ure all of thee, For nature tlien in sllencc slceps, Auil lilence broods o'er land and sea; Ob, in tbat still, mystcrious hour, How oft from waking dreams Istart To iind thee but a fancy flower, Ilion oheiïshed idul óf mv heart. Thou hast oacli tbonght and dream of mine, Have 1 in turn oue thougkt of thiuelj Forever tbine my dreams will lic, WhateYr nnv'bi: my future here; I ask iiot (ove ' I claim from thee Only one boon, a gentle tear. Mai e'er-blest vlslons from abore Piay llïhtly 'round thy linppy lieart, And tlio f;lail l;eams of peace and love Ne'cr irom lliy glowing lieart depait Farcwrfl ! My dreams ore all of thee, lla-t tliou one touder thoughtof mef .Mv joys llke nimmer blrds may l!y, Iy hopea llkc gumnicr bloomfl (lepart; But tliorc'w one Ilower that cannot iüe - Tby ln'lv memorj m my lieart. Nodews that one flower' 8 cup may 1111, Xo sunllgbt to its leaves be givèu, But it will live and Ilmirisli still As deathless as a thiug of heaven. My bou] grci ts nnaskcd, unought, Hast thou for me one gentle thought '; Farenell ! farewell ! my far-oll frlend I Between us broad, blue river fiow, And forests wan: and plalns extend, And momita u in the stinlight glow. The wind that Ineathes upon my ïirow Is not the whid tliat breatbes ön mine; The star beaina shining ou thee now Are not Uu hrams ttmton me shlnc; But irieiiiiry's BpeU is mi me yet - Can'st thou tl. e holy past forgeti The bitter tears that thou and I Mayshed, whene'er hy anguish boweu, Exhaltïd tu the moontlae sky May meet and minglcd in the cloud, And ihus, my dearest frlend, tho' w Far, far apart must live and move, Our souls. ivhen God shall set tliem free, Can militie n toe irorld cf love. This were au ecstacy tome - Say, would it be a jby to theei
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