  "A peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast. O thou soul of my soul, I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!" —Prospice. Fulfilled December 12, 1889. Oh, the blessed fruition Of peace out of pain! Of a light without darkness, A clasping again! Of a full soul reunion In Love's endless reign! Sing, O earth, with new joy At this victory won! For the faith that endured Till the setting of sun! For the hope that shone clear Through the mighty work done! For the love that sought God To guide love here begun! Sing, O earth, with new joy For such victory won! |
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