(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

LINES, ON VISITING PINE GROVE CEMETERY
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LINES, ON VISITING PINE GROVE CEMETERY



Ah, why should the brief bliss of life's
     little day
Grow cold in this spot as the spirit-
     less clay,
And thought be at work with the long-
     buried hours,
And tears be bedewing these fresh-smiling
     flowers!

Ah, wherefore the memory of dear ones
     deemed dead
Should bow thee, as winds bow the tall
     willow's head!
Beside you they walk while you weep, and
     but pass
From your sight as the shade o'er the dark
     wavy grass.

The cypress may mourn with her evergreen
     tears,
And, like the blue hyacinth, change not with
     years;
     Yea, flowers of feeling may blossom above,
To yield earth the fragrance of goodness and
     love;

PO 68



So one heart is left me - she breathes in my
     ear,
"I'm living to bless thee; for this are we
     here."
And when this sweet pledge to my lone heart
     was given,
Earth held but this joy, or this happiness
     heaven!

Here the rock and the sea and the tall
     waving pine
Enchant deep the senses, - subduing,
     sublime;
Yet stronger than these is the spell that hath
     power
To sweep o'er the heartstrings in memory's
     hour.

Of the past 'tis the talisman, when we three
    met,
When the star of our friendship arose not to
     set;
     And pure as its rising, and bright as the star,
Be its course through our heavens, whether
     near or afar.

Lynn, Mass., August 24, 1865.


PO 69




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