'TIS long, dear Annie, since we met, Yet deem not that my heart, For all that absence, can forget A kinsman's pious part. How oft on thee, a sufferer mild, My kindly thoughts I turn, He knows, upon whose altar piled The prayers of suppliants burn. I love thy name, admiring all Thy sacred heaven-sent pain; I love it, for it seems to call The Lost to earth again. Can I forget, @3she@1 to thy ueed Her ministry supplied, Who now, from mortal duty freed, Serves at the Virgin's side? What would'st thou more? Upon thy head A two-fold grace is pour'd; -- Both in thyself, and for the dead, A witness of thy Lord! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE HEART OF THE SOURDOUGH by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |