And sweet and tender, then I seem to know

You too are somewhere near and watching these

Last wondrous sights of day—God’s mysteries

We used to watch together long ago.

And, like a benediction, happiness

Fills all my soul, as if a wandering breath

From that high heaven had wafted down to me—

As if I felt again your dear caress

And knew you to be waiting e’er in death,

Crowned with the roses of eternity.

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