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First Line: I think the gentle soul of him
Last Line: "are his to-day."
Alternate Author Name(s): Faulks, Frederick J., Mrs.
Subject(s): Boredom; God; Love; Ennui


I THINK the gentle soul of him
Goes softly in some garden place,
With the old smile time may not dim
Upon his face.

He who was lover of the Spring,
With love that never quite forgets,
Surely sees roses blossoming
And violets.

Now that his day of toil is through,
I love to think he sits at ease,
With some old volume that he knew
Upon his knees.

Watching, perhaps, with quiet eyes
The white clouds' drifting argosy;
Or twilight opening flower-wise
On land and sea.

He who so loved companionship
I may not think walks quite alone,
Failing some friendly hand to slip
Within his own.

Those whom he loved aforetime, still,
I doubt not, bear him company;
Yea, even laughter yet may thrill
Where he may be.

A thought, a fancy -- who may tell?
Yet I who ever pray it so,
Feel through my tears that all is well;
And this I know, --

That God is gentle to his guest,
And, therefore, may I gladly say,
"Surely the things he loved the best
Are his to-day."





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