To Elizabeth

OBIT JULY 8, 1893

O NOBLE, true and pure and lovable
As thine own blessed name, E LIZABETH ! —
Aye, even as its cadence lingereth
Upon the lips that speak it, so the spell
Of thy sweep memory shall ever dwell
As music in our hearts. Smiling at Death
As on some later guest that tarrieth,
Too gratefully o'erjoyed to say farewell,
Thou hast turned from us but a little space —
We miss thy presence but a little while,
Thy voice of sympathy, thy word of cheer,
The radiant glory of thine eyes and face,
The glad midsummer morning of thy smile, —
For still we feel and know that thou art here.
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