A REMINISCENCE
Yes, thou art gone! and never
more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden
me;
But I may pass the old church
door,
And pace the floor that
covers thee,
May stand upon the cold,
damp stone,
And think that, frozen,
lies below
The lightest heart that
I have known,
The kindest I shall ever
know.
Yet, though I cannot see
thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to
have seen;
And though thy transient
life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that
thou hast been;
To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble
sphere. |
