For ever, did I say? O, no! The time must come when she will look Upon her pilgrimage below, And find it in God's Book : That as she trod her path aright, Power from her very garments stole; For such is the mysterious might A deed, a word, our careless rest, If He be present in the breast, Has from Him powers of healing. Go, maiden, with thy golden tresses, Go, and forget the one who blesses Forget him he will not forget, Thy goodness, when Earth's sun has set, 1839. ANGEL MEETINGS. THERE is a faith in Eastern lands, That, when true friends are torn apart, Their angels who are here below, To guard them through this world of woe, Do walk together still; and so Heart communes still with heart. In that belief I would believe, 1836. A COUNTRY CLERGYMAN. FRAGMENT OF A LETTER TO A STUDENT OF DIVINITY. VOL. I. I SEE you in some country town I see you through the rain, the snow, Sustain each drooping head; I see the fire; the cottage room, The simple meal; the honeycomb; I see the circle gather round, |