Did not Jesus show us glimpses of what is behind the shadow into which
our friends have gone?
My neighbor’s lamp, across the way,
Throws dancing lights upon my wall;
They come and go in passing play,
And then the sudden shadows fall.
My friend’s white soul through eyes and lips
Shone out on me but yesterday
In radiant warmth; now swift eclipse
Has left those windows cold and gray.
Ah, if I could but look behind
The still, dark barrier of that night,
And there-undimmed, unwavering-find
That life and love were all alight! (Text.)
--CHARLES BUXTON GOING, _Munsey’s Magazine_.
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