The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1896-10-20

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from the tnrOnc OF life eternal
FROM the nome OF love supernal
Mnerc the angel feet MAKE music
over all the starry moor
MOftals, 4 nave come TO meet you
come with words Of love TO greet you
And TO tell you OF the glory
That is mine forever more.
once before / found mortal
Waiting at the heavenly portal
Waiting but 10 catch the ecno
trOm mat eVer-Opening door.
And 1 seized his quicKened being
And through all his inward seeing
Caused my burning aspiration
In fiery flood to pour.
Now | come more meekly human
And the weak lips of woman
Touched with fire from off the altar
Not with burning IS OF yore,
But In holy love descending
With her chastencd being blending
! would fiji your souls with music
From the bright, celestial shore.
As enc heart yearns for another
As a child turns to its mother
From tho golden gates OF glory
Turn I 10 the earth once more
Where / drained the cup OF sadness
Where my soul was stung to madness
And life bitter burning pillows
Swept my bur0ened beinS DER.
Here the harp IS and the ravens
Human vampires; sordid cravens-
Prayed upon my SOU ana substance,
Till / writhed in anguish sore
Life and 1 then seemed mismated,
For | felt accursed and idted
Like a restless wrathful spirit
Wand ring Oh the Styglan shore.
Tortured by a nameless yearning
Like n frost freezing-burning-
Did the purple pulsing life-tlde
Through its feyered channels pour
'rill the golden bOwi-life's token
Into shining shreds was broken,
And my chained and chahng spirit
Lept from out its prison door.
But while living. striving, dying.
Never did my soul cease crying
I'VE who guide the Fates and FAIRIES,
Give oh, give. me. / lmplore
From the myriad hosts of nations,
From the countless consultations,
one pure spirit that can love me
one that /. too, can adore!
Then this fervent aspiration
Found my fainting soul salvation
For from out its blackened rre-crypts
I'D my restless spirit soar
And my beautiful ideal,
Not too sanity to be real.
Burst more brightly on my vision
Than the fancy-fOrmed Lenore.
Mid the sureing seas she found me.
With the pillows breaking rOund me,
And my saddened. sinking spirit
In her arms of love upbore;
Like a lone one, weak and weary.
Wand ring in the midnight dreary.
On her siniess. stainless bosom
Brought me TO the heavenly shore.
Like the prayers of saints ascending.
Like the rainbow's seven-hued glory
Blend our souls for evermOre.
Earthly love and lust enslaved me.
But diyinest love hath saved me.
And | know now. first and only
How 10 love. and to adore.
on, my mortal friends and brothers d,
We are each and al anOther's.
And the soul that gives most freely
From it's treasures. hath the more.
Would you lose your life-you find In.
and IN giving love you bind 81.
Like an amulet Of safety.
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