If Eastertide should seem to thee A time when thou rememberest With sharpest pang of memory Those who have passed, whom thou lov'dst best, Know that in all thy seeming loss— To mortal sense a grievous thing— The human presence did but pass. They, with clear vision, see the King, In Spirit live, Love's arms beneath; For Spirit knows nor fear nor death.
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