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RECONCILIATION.
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Look up, and be no longer sad!"
She called me by my name:
Our spirits rushed together, glad
And swift as flame to flame;
And all the sweetness from my life
Crushed out, and all the bloom
That wasted through those years of strife,
And faded on their gloom,
Came back together; as of old
She clasped me, then I knew
And spoke not, stirred not, fold by fold
Our hearts together grew:
Then thought I—as in whisper soft,
"We two have died, and this
Is joy that saints have told of oft,—
The meeting and the kiss."
Such bliss, forgiving and forgiven,
Ran through me while I slept.
To find the ties that Earth had riven
Above were sacred kept;
And yet I knew it was not Heaven,—
Because I wept!