" But, I’ll not fear, I will not weep
For those whose bodies rest in sleep, —
I know there is a blessed shore,
Opening its ports for me, and mine ;
And, gazing Time’s wide waters o’er,
I weary for that land divine,
Where we were born, where you and I
Shall meet our Dearest, when we die ;
From suffering and corruption free,
Restored into the Deity."
" Well hast thou spoken, sweet, trustful child !
And wiser than thy sire ;
And worldly tempests, raging wild,
Shall strengthen thy desire —
Thy fervent hope, through storm and foam,
Through wind and ocean’s roar,
To reach, at last, the eternal home,
The steadfast, changeless, shore ! "
Ellis.
UN SOUVENIR
Oui, tu es parti ! et jamais plus
Ton sourire ensoleillé ne me réjouira ;
Mais je peux franchir la porte de la vieille église,
Arpenter le sol qui te recouvre,
