Should find us when no human friend is near

And summon us away, then as we lose

Our hold of earth and fall away from life,

O wilt Thou grant our parting spirits may

Go out in silence and be found with Thee.

 MIMOSA

A modest plant; soft shades of green

In leaflets poised on slender stem;

And all outspread to catch the glow

Of morning sun or dew-drop gem.

But, lo, what change! When finger-tips

But touch the leaflets' fringe, the charm

Of life is gone—Mimosa shrinks,

As conscious of some present harm.

So would I have my soul recoil

From touch of wrong or thought of sin;

So throw its portals wide again,

To let the dew and sunshine in.

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