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When all of thee that time could wither1 sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread？
For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain
If there I meet thy gentle presence not；
Nor hear the voice I love nor read again
In thy serenest2 eyes the tender thought.
Will not thy own meek3 heart demand me there？
That heart whose fondest throbs4 to me were given
My name on earth was ever in thy prayer
And wilt5 thou never utter it in heaven？
In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind
In the resplendence of that glorious sphere
And larger movements of the unfettered mind
Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here？
The love that lived through all the stormy past
And meekly6 with my harsher nature bore
And deeper grew and tenderer to the last
Shall it expire with life and be no more？
A happier lot than mine and larger light
Await thee there for thou hast bowed thy will
In cheerful homage7 to the rule of right
And lovest all and renderest good for ill.
For me the sordid8 cares in which I dwell
Shrink and consume my heart as heat the scroll9；
And wrath10 has left its scarthat fire of hell
Has left its frightful11 scar upon my soul.
Yet though thou wear'st the glory of the sky
Wilt thou not keep the same belovd name
The same fair thoughtful brow and gentle eye
Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate yet the same？
Shalt thou not teach me in that calmer home
The wisdom that I learned so ill in this
The wisdom which is lovetill I become
Thy fit companion in that land of bliss12？
