CONCORD, N. H., TO MRS. EDDY, AND MRS. EDDY'S REPLY
Box G, Brookline, Mass.,
February 13, 1908
And thou, gentle cypress, in evergreen tears,
Art constant and hopeful though winter
My heart hath thy verdure, it blossoms
Like thee, it endureth and liveth in love.
Ambition, come hither! These vaults will
The sequel of power, of glory, or gold;
Then rush into life, and roll on with its tide,
And bustle and toil for its pomp and its pride.
The tired wings flitting through far crimson
Which steepeth the trees when the day-god
The voice of the night-bird must here send a
To the heart of the leaves when the winds
are all still.
'Mid graves do I hear the glad voices that
And call to my spirit with seraphs to dwell;
They come with a breath from the verdant
And waken my joy, as in earliest prime.
Blest beings departed!
O tell of their radiant home and its morn!
Then I'll think of its glory, and rest till I see
My loved ones in glory still waiting for me.