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Show NEAR HALLOWED DUST. Here, where the arching heavens bend, And smile upon a new spring's birth Here, where all earthly trials end, I rest me near the hallowed earth Of those loved more than words can tell, And hunger for their soothing spell. How calm is all! How moving pweet! The very earth a peace exhales. The fevered pulses gentler beat, And, while the heart its loss bewails, A tender softness fills the air, A holiness breathes everywhere. v Ah, loved and lost ones, in my grief Wilst not the whispered hope reveal The dear, the tender, sweet belief That thou dost longing for me feel? And grieve and mourn o'er each misdeed, And for the wayward intercede? .j. ir If, gentle spirits, thou dost hear i The prayer of him thou hast called friend Then by my, loved ones hover near Upon them let thy peace descend i '. Enfold, them in thine arms divine An,d hold them as I would in mine. Out of the torn and bleeding heart In pity drive the dreary past; Ah, bid this wild unrest depart Give me to hope for joy at last, And bear me to the golden sands, Wher love awaits with outstretched hands. Take from my life the llng'ring dread That haunts and chills me to the core; And on my living dear ones shed Thine influence sweet forevermore. So to the last thy pow'r to save Shall hold them fast. No more I crave. R. W S. Logan Cemetery, May 30, '03. |