previous next

     The breathing of an inward psalm,
A canticle of love.

We miss her in the place of prayer,
     And by the hearth-fire's light;
We pause beside her door to hear
     Once more her sweet “Good-night!”

There seems a shadow on the day,
     Her smile no longer cheers;
A dimness on the stars of night,
     Like eyes that look through tears.

Alone unto our Father's will
     One thought hath reconciled;
That He whose love exceedeth ours
     Hath taken home His child.

Fold her, O Father! in Thine arms,
     And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between
     Our human hearts and Thee.

Still let her mild rebuking stand
     Between us and the wrong,
And her dear memory serve to make
     Our faith in Goodness strong.

And grant that she who, trembling, here
     Distrusted all her powers,
May welcome to her holier home
     The well-beloved of ours.


Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.

An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.

hide Places (automatically extracted)

View a map of the most frequently mentioned places in this document.

Download Pleiades ancient places geospacial dataset for this text.

hide Dates (automatically extracted)
Sort dates alphabetically, as they appear on the page, by frequency
Click on a date to search for it in this document.
1845 AD (1)
hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: