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Going Home

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Parent Issue
Day
2
Month
January
Year
1880
Copyright
Public Domain
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Ktss rae whcn m.y spirit flies- Lèt thè beauty of your 5yea Ucam nlotig-tho wuves of doath WWle I draw my partlng breath, And :un borne to yondor sbore Where the billowa beat do more, And 1 he notes of endless spring1 Through the groves inmortal ring. I im iroinff home to-nlt-ht, (hit of bllndnesR into sight, Out of wrakmss, war and pïlin Into power, peace and rain; Ont of winter, rale and ïoom Into Slimmer breatb and bloom; Fruiii ilie wana'rings of the pact 1 mu Kiü}{ home at laat. Kiss my Ups nnd lot me go- tïearer swells the solenm flow Of the wond'roua stroam ihat rolls Ily ih" boi'dl r-l,mil of gouls- I can eatch sweet strains of songfl Klciating down trom dlstant throoga, And oftn feel the toueh of hands ifeMcliini.' out from iiiiííci banda. Ansrrr'fl frown and envy's tbnist, Friendship ehüled by eold distrust, Siepplesa nipbt and woary morn, Toil in Irnitless land forlorn, Aohing head nnd breaking heart, Love iestroyed by slander'g dart, Driftinir ship and darkeñed soa, Over there will riM'iited be. ' Pinir in mimhors low and swoet, Lel (lie songs of two worlrts niect - We shall nol be sundered long - Ijikp t he f i'ap-iiient of a song, I.ike the branches of a rill Parted by the rock or Wil, We shall blend in tune and timo, Lovinj; on ín perfect rhyme. When the noon-tide of your days Yields to twiliifht's silver haze. Ere the woi-ld reoedea in space, Xïeavenward lift your tender faco, Let your dear eyos homeward shinc, Let your spirit cail for mine, And my own will answer you From the deep and boundless blue. Swiftor than the sunbeam's fliht I will cloave the gloom of night, And wilt ifuido you to the land Where our lovcd ones waiting stand, And the lejrions of the biest, Thcy shall welcome you to rest- They will know you when your eyes Ou the isles of lory rise. When the parted etreams of life Join beyond all Jarrina strife, And the tlowers that withered lay Blossom in immortal May - When the voices hushed and dear Thrill once more the raptured ear, We shall feel and know and see God kuew better far than we.

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Subjects
Old News
Ann Arbor Argus