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LIFE RETURNING.
LIFE RETURNING.
After War-time.
LIFE, dear life, with sunbeam finger touching This poor damp brow, or flying freshly by
On wings of mountain wind, or tenderly
In links of visionary embraces clutching
Me from the yawning grave—
Can I believe thou yet hast power to save?
I see thee, O my life, like phantom giant
Stand on the hill-top, large against the dawn,
Upon the night-black clouds a picture drawn
Of aspect wonderful, with hope defiant,
And so majestic grown
I scarce discern the image as my own.
Stand on the hill-top, large against the dawn,
Upon the night-black clouds a picture drawn
Of aspect wonderful, with hope defiant,
And so majestic grown
I scarce discern the image as my own.
Those mists furl off, and through the vale resplendent
I see the pathway of my years prolong:
Not without labor, yet for labor strong:
Not without pain, but pain whose touch transcendent
I see the pathway of my years prolong:
Not without labor, yet for labor strong:
Not without pain, but pain whose touch transcendent
