In Memoriam.
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To thee, oh! Mother Earth, to thee
And thy great heart I give
This dear dust that is part of me,
That lit the life I live.
And thy great heart I give
This dear dust that is part of me,
That lit the life I live.
His dust to thee I give, yet turn
From thy kind, sheltering sod
And, through his risen soul discern
With clearer eyes, my God.
From thy kind, sheltering sod
And, through his risen soul discern
With clearer eyes, my God.
A Song.
If I could steal from out your busy life
One moment for mine own,
I'd choose a dreamy twilight—tinted hour,
With deathless memories sown,
And in the scented gloom of forest ways,
I'd turn your truant heart to other days.
One moment for mine own,
I'd choose a dreamy twilight—tinted hour,
With deathless memories sown,
And in the scented gloom of forest ways,
I'd turn your truant heart to other days.
I'd pluck a lily from the dreaming pool,
And bid you kiss its core,
And let it whisper of as fair a thing
Your lips have touched before,
And bid you kiss its core,
And let it whisper of as fair a thing
Your lips have touched before,
