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MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS
| “Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere, — |
| Beyond the shadow, infinite appear |
| Life, Love divine, — |
| Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled, |
| And home and peace and hearts are found and filled, |
| Thine, ever thine. |
| “Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth, |
| The toiler tireless for Truth's new birth |
| All-unbeguiled? |
| Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh: |
| This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye, — |
| What of my child?" |
| “When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life, |
| She deemed I died, and could not know the strife |
| At first to fill |
| That waking with a love that steady turns |
| To God; a hope that ever upward yearns, |
| Bowed to His will. |
| “Years had passed o'er thy broken household band, |
| When angels beckoned me to this bright land, |
| With thee to meet. |
| She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow, |
| Rears the sad marble to our memory now, |
| In lone retreat. |
| “By the remembrance of her loyal life, |
| And parting prayer, I only know my wife, |
| Thy child, shall come — |
| Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest — |
| Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest, |
| Of bliss the sum. |
