Monicas Last Prayer
Oh could thy grave at home, at Carthage, be! Care not for that, and lay me where I fall. Everywhere heard will be the judgment-call. But at Gods altar, oh! remember me. Thus Monica, and died in Italy. Yet fervent had her longing been, through all Her course, for home at last, and burial With her own husband, by the Libyan sea. Had been; but at the end, to her pure soul All tie with all beside seemd vain and cheap, And union before God the only care. Creeds pass, rites change, no altar standeth whole; Yet we her memory, as she prayd, will keep, Keep by this: Life in God, and union there!
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"Oh could thy grave at home, at Carthage, be!..."
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