AFFECTION BEYOND THE GRAVE. 137 
\ LOCUST. 
Robinia Car agar a. 
Lang UAGE AFFECTION BEYOND THE GRAVE. 
Years, years have fled, since, hushed in thy last slumber, 
They laid thee down beneath the old elm tree : 
But with a patient heart each day I number, 
Because it brings me nearer still to thee. 
Thou wert life's angel : how I loved, adored thee. 
Ere death had set thy gentle spirit free ! 
And now thou know'st how oft I have implored thee 
To bring me nearer, nearer still to thee. 
Nearer to thee ! To-night the stars are burning 
In skies that must thy blessed dwelling be : 
Thou canst not leave them, unto earth returning ; 
But I am pressing nearer still to thee. 
Nearer to thee ! I know my prayer is granted ; 
I know- thjr spirit now is close to me : 
No, not in vain this hope my heart hath haunted : 
Each pulsebeat brings me nearer, nearer thee. 
Wm. B. Glazier. 
Let me, then let me dream 
That love goes with us to the shore unknown ; 
So o'er the burning tear a heavenly gleam 
In mercy shall be thrown. 
Mrs. Hemaxs. 
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