Love, Faith and Death in Hard Times

In matters of the heart, some things never change.

I Weep for Her

I weep when I remember thee,
My mother fond and true,
When fancy brings thy gentle face
So oft before my view.

The Last Look

Do not fasten the lid of the coffin down yet,
Let me have a long look at the face of my pet;
Please all quit the chamber and pull to the door,
And leave me alone with my darling once more.

A Poem by Edwin

The night is dark and cold, a beating rain
Falls ceaselessly upon the dripping roof,
And now a hollow moan, as if in pain,
Circles the eaves, and bends the tortured trees that wring
Their long, bare hands in the black blast.

Anna’s Song of Hope

There is many a rest in the path of life
If we only would stop to take it,
And many a love from the better land
If our querulous hearts would make it.

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