Whate’er it gains for ever in its hold.
I know that in its depths you now are sleeping,
Quiet and dreamless as in churchyard mould;
But I have no still mound, as others, only
The memory of times past, ’mid days that now are lonely.
Buried deep with you in the sea for ever
Is all the brightness earth had once for me.
The spring returns; flowers bloom again; but never
I feel the joy in bird, and flower, and tree;
I see, but feel not as in days of yore,
Those days that can come back to me, ah, nevermore!
But yet I know that I am not forsaken.
‘Lead Thou me on,’ I now can calmly say.
None know the bitterness of sorrow taken
From out my heart; when I that prayer could pray,
In His own time God took you in His keeping,
All earthly sorrows past; where there is no more weeping.
FLORENCE PEACOCK.
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