In Memoriam A.H.H.
eyes are homes of silent prayer,
Nor other thought her mind admits
But, he was dead, and there he sits,
he that brought him back is there.
one deep love doth supersede
All other, when her ardent gaze
Roves from the living brotherís face,
rests upon the Life indeed.
subtle thought, all curious fears,
Borne down by gladness so complete,
She bows, she bathes the Saviourís feet
costly spikenard and with tears.
blest whose lives are faithful prayers,
Whose loves in higher love endure;
What souls possess themselves so pure,
is there blessedness like theirs?
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