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Townsend, Mary Ashley

A POET’S soul has sung its way to God;
Has loosed its luminous wings from earthly thongs,
And soared to join the imperishable throngs
Whose feet the immaculate valleys long have trod.
For him, the recompense; for us, the rod;
And we to whom regretfulness belongs
Crown our dead singer with his own sweet songs,
And roof his grave with love’s remembering sod.
But yesterday, a beacon on the height;
To-day, a splendor that has passed us by,—
So, one by one into the morning light,
Whilst yet late watchers gaze upon the sky
And wonder what the heavens prophesy,
The shining stars pass silently from sight!

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Townsend, Mary Ashley - von ZaunköniG - 06.03.2018, 19:20

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