Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September, 1999 Page: 182
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Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal
Thou wert so glorious in thy earthly mould,
Surpassing in the wonderous realm of thought,
And now thou dwellest mid the joys untold
Thy spirit with perpetual beauties fraught.
I feel thy presence near me now, with love
And tenderness within thy heavenly gaze,
With pitying look, as bending from above
Thy spirit looks on mine as face to face.
What seest thou in mine? oh spirit give
Even as of yore, but now with heavenly power
Thy counsel dear, and I will fondly breathe
My thought of love within this lonely hour.
Thou knowest, sweet friend, the thoughts I bore
Even as a lover hung I on each word
Which sparkling glowed, a stream so bright and
As from thy teeming brain they lightly poured.
Say, dost thou come with message from that
The precious loved, who linked our souls more
Now gladly dwelling in the better land?
Oh strengthen me with their fond words of cheer.
Cheer thou my lonely gloom, and bid me lift
Mine eyes to look with rapturous gaze where
Celestial breaks 'mid earthly clouds some rift
Shall show the heavenly vision to my sight.
Thou art my spirit friend, and comest now
Within the tempter's hour, as battling even
(While lone I sit beneath the lamplight's glow)
With unseen foes which flit 'twixt earth and
Thou comest to say that not alone I stand,
For thou art near, and closely does the world
Which thou inhabitest draw near, the blessed land
Whose veil is yet to mortal gaze unfurled.
My friend, my glorious and lovely Jane,
Whose heart to mine responsive answered here,
It cannot be these thoughts of thee are vain,
That I dissevered could have grown less dear.
No, thou art perfect made, and love which here
Is mutable, and mixed with earthly dross,
Within the imortal world, the heavenly sphere,
Is changeless, pure and suffers no more loss.
My sister friend, I lift the eye of faith
To gaze on Him who bore the cross for me,
His strength shall heal my weakness 'long the
Which leads to immortality and thee.
48. [Memorial to Lawrence Fontaine Legg]
(dated March 7, 1883, published in Colorado
Citizen, March 8, 1883)
49. Flowers (dated March 1883, published
in Colorado Citizen, March 29, 1883)
Plant not the cypress tree over my grave,
There let the rose and the wild flower wave;
One in her beauty so regal and fair,
One with her natural grace debonair,
Each with her bright censer lifted on high,
Breathing sweet incense aloft to the sky,
Kneeling devoutly above the green sod,
Raising their pure hearts of fragrance to God.
Oh! let the rose, with her culture and grace,
Wave there to brighten my last resting place,
Oh let the wild flower-nature's sweet child-
Bloom ever smiling with heart unbeguiled;
There shall the mocking bird pour his glad lays,
In ecstasy lifting his soul high in praise,
There shall the many-hued butterfly light,
Here’s what’s next.
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