The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4., Poems by <a target="_blank" onclick="openPopupWindow(this); return false" href="entityvote?doc=Perseus:text:1999.01.0001&auth=whittier,elizabeth,h.&n=1&type=person">Elizabeth H. Whittier</a>, Night and death., page 330

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[330] Of her love the angels
In heaven might tell,
While mine would be whispered
With shudders in hell!

Twas well that the white ones
Who bore her to bliss
Shut out from her new life
The vision of this;

Else, sure as I stand here,
And speak of my love,
She would leave for my darkness
Her glory above.

Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company, 1888-89.

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