Restore hope unfulfilled which they knew here?

Oh! well they fare, safe sheltered in that nest

Of silence, far from fear,

Their memory not yet sere.

Take thou no joy in any passing dream

Of revocation from their stainless state!

Love them: haste on, till thou to others seem

As these to thee—their mate,

A waning name, a date!

Till then, the low keen sound of Life's       "Alas!"

Change as thou canst to themes in every key,

That so for thee and others time may pass

Full of presagings of content to be

Age-long in that far bourne,

Till thought end, quite outworn.

V.

"And there shall be no night there and they

for the Lord God giveth them Light."

Your place is Heaven, a stormless nightless home?

Then we twain never more shall live together

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