The balance of pain : and other poems . on her bosom alone that true heart loveth—one who long that relic wore—While his message in its dearness to her soul is ever new— God be with you, guard and bless you—to my memory still be ! that blessing seems to follow een whereer her foot-steps go,While his monument she buildeth in the homes of want and , all unfetterd, ever sister, never wife—To Gods suffering poor she yieldeth the devotion of a . life. THE EXPLORERS MESSAGE. 31 Lonely to the world she seemeth, all unknown her gentle fame,But in lowly homes soft bles
The balance of pain : and other poems . on her bosom alone that true heart loveth—one who long that relic wore—While his message in its dearness to her soul is ever new— God be with you, guard and bless you—to my memory still be ! that blessing seems to follow een whereer her foot-steps go,While his monument she buildeth in the homes of want and , all unfetterd, ever sister, never wife—To Gods suffering poor she yieldeth the devotion of a . life. THE EXPLORERS MESSAGE. 31 Lonely to the world she seemeth, all unknown her gentle fame,But in lowly homes soft blessings gather round her well-loved name,And the lost explorers lone death, and the maidens anxious painTo full many a sick and sad one have proved yet a deeper shall come lifes golden sunset, and the evening shall close in,And to heavens distant mountains Mary then her way may , perchance, in perfect beauty, free from earthly taint or tie,—We cannot tell, we know not how—her love may be fulfilld on 32
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