cold brow,
Rears the sad marble to our memory now,
In lone retreat.

"By the remembrance of her loyal life, [25]
And parting prayer, I only know my wife,
Thy child, shall come--
Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest--
Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,
Of bliss the sum. [30]

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"When Love's rapt sense the heart-strings gently sweep, [1]
With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,
To call her home,
She shall mount upward unto purer skies;
We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise, [5]
Our spirits' own!"

Love

Brood o'er us with Thy shelt'ring wing,
'Neath which our spirits blend
Like brother birds, that soar and sing, [10]
And on the same branch bend.
The arrow that doth wound the dove
Darts not from those who watch and love.

If thou the bending reed wouldst break
By thought or word unkind, [15]
Pray that his spirit you partake,
Who loved and healed mankind:
Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,
That make men one in love remain.

Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given [20]
For faith to kiss, and know;
That greetings glorious from high heaven,
Whence joys supernal flow,
Come from that Love, divinely near,
Which chastens pride and earth-born fear, [25]

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Through God, who gave that word of might [1]
Which swelled creation's lay:
"Let there be light, and there was light."
What chased the clouds away?
'Twas Love whose finger traced aloud [5]
A bow of promise on the cloud.

Thou to whose power our hope we give,
Free us from human strife.
Fed by Thy love divine we live, [10]
For Love alone is Life;
And life most sweet, as heart to heart
Speaks kindly when we meet and part.

Woman's Rights

Grave on her monumental pile:
She won from vice, by virtue's smile, [15]
Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne,
Affection's wreath, a happy home;

The right to worship deep and pure,
To bless the orphan, feed the poor;
Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, [20]
First at the tomb to hear his word:

To fold an angel's wings below;
And hover o'er the couch of woe;
To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,
The right to sit at Jesus' feet; [25]

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