poems by mary baker eddy
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CONSTANCY
HEN starlight blends with morning's hue,I miss thee as the flower the dew! When noonday's length'ning shadows flee, I think of thee, I think of thee! With evening, memories reappear—I watch thy chair, and wish thee here; Till sleep sets drooping fancy free To dream of thee, to dream of thee!
Since first we met, in weal or woe It hath been thus; and must be so Till bursting bonds our spirits part And Love divine doth fill my heart.
Written many years ago.
