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BROKEN CHORDS.


In my dream she stood at rest beside me,
As we used to stand so long ago,
Saying, " Little one, too much you love me."
While I smiled, " Too much love cannot know."
Then there came the shadow o'er her features,
Shade prophetic of the coming woe.

If I love her still does Christ not love her ?
I cannot forget, will He forget ?
I have only will, who has the power
Somehow — He knows how — will save her yet.
Dear lost jewel ! till I find you, find you,
I will wear my diamond in jet.

Thus I dreamed, then woke to hear the organ
Pealing " Peace on earth, good-will to men,
Glory to the Father, Son, and Spirit,
More than ever hath been shall be then ;
When the angels have their great rejoicing,
When the whole creation saith 'Amen.' "