November 1836
Even so for me a Vision sanctified The sway of Death; long ere mine eyes had seen Thy countenance, the still rapture of thy mien When thou, dear Sister! wert become Death's Bride: No trace of pain or languor could abide That change: age on thy brow was smoothed thy cold Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold A loveliness to living youth denied. Oh! if within me hope should e'er decline, The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn; Then may that heaven-revealing smile of thine, The bright assurance, visibly return: And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn.
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