  And is time marked in heaven? Dost know, O spirit friend, 'Tis just a year ago to-day Thou went so suddenly away, And left me in my loneliness the weary days to spend?— Ah, weary days, Denied thy praise And all thy many helpful ways! And is earth known in heaven? Dost see, O clear-eyed soul, The present changing life of man Still working out the wondrous plan Ah, broken lives That death deprives Of help like thine that heavenward strives! And are we known in heaven? Do I, thy once fond care, Still have that patient yearning love Which longed to lift my soul above The sweet though transitory joys of even earth's best fare?— Ah, earth's best fare Cannot compare With thy ideal of me laid bare! |
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