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And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers
And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go.
It seemed so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun,
And now it seems as hard to stay; and yet, His will be done!
But still I think it can't be long before I find release;
And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words of peace.
O blessings on his kindly voice and on his silver hair!
And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me there!
O blessings on his kindly heart and on his silver head!
A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside my bed.
He taught me all the mercy, for he showed me all the sin.
Now, though my lamp was lighted late, there's One will let me in:
Nor would I now be well, mother, again, if that could be,
For my desire is but to pass to Him that died for
I did not hear the dog howl, mother, or the deathwatch beat,
There came a sweeter token when the night and morning meet:
But sit beside my bed, mother, and put your hand in mine,
And Effie on the other side, and I will tell the sign.
All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
For lying broad awake I thought of you and Effie dear;
I saw you sitting in the house, and I no longer here;
With all my strength I prayed for both, and so I felt resigned,
And up the valley came a swell of music on the wind.
I thought that it was fancy, and I listened in my bed,
And then did something speak to me-I know not what was said;
For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind,
And up the valley came again the music on the wind.
But you were sleeping; and I said, "It's not for them; it's mine."
And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for a sign.
And once again it came, and close beside th
Then seemed to go right up to heaven and die among the stars.
So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. 1 know
The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go.
And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day, But, Effie, you must comfort her when I am past away.
And say to Robin a kind word, and tell him not to fret;
There's many worthier than I would make him happy yet.
If I had lived-I cannot tell—I might have been his wife;
But all these things have ceased to be, with my desire of life.
O look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow;
He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them 1 know.
And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine
Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine.
O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done
The voice that now is speaking may be beyond the
Forever and forever with those just souls and trueAnd what is life, that we should moan? why make we such ado?
Forever and forever, all in a blessed home-
To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast
And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.
"COURAGE!" he said, and pointed toward the land;
"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon."
A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke,
Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Stood sunset-flushed: and, dewed with showery drops,
Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse.
The charmed sunset lingered low adown
Branches they bore of that enchanted stem,
They sat them down upon the yellow sand,