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Show REUNION. I think, sometimes, when sitting all alone, What it would be to see the faces blest Of those who long since entered into rest, Whose brows with light celestial long have shone; What it would be to hear again the tone Of voices that erst thrilled me through with love, Whose music long since joined the choir above, And left me silent in a worldless moan; What would it be to hear the light steps ???unknown??? Over the threshold of my solitude;- Oh vain, fond fancies of a yearning heart! Be patient, and in heaven thou yet shalt feel, That chief among the joys of life renewed Are the reunions that can never part. -Caroline May, in New York Observer. |