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AFFECTION BEYOND THE GRAVE. 
LOCUST. 
Robinia Car agar a. 
Language — 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. 
Neaier 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. 
Nearei to thee! I know my prayer is granted ; 
I know thy 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. Hem an s. 
