Oklahoma and Other Poems eBook

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  Though far apart, my darling, side by side
    We wander still and our fond yearnings meet,
    As when our hearts with highest raptures beat
  Before our footsteps trod the paths of pride;
  Our close companionship hath never died;
    True love and trust are always fair and sweet,
  And time from life’s best hopes can never hide
    A kindred soul that made its own complete! 
  So thou, dear one, shall come once more to me,
    The sweeter grown for all thy years of pain;
  My longing arms shall open wide for thee,
    And thou shalt nestle on my breast again;
  Then perfect love shall richly crown the years,
  And both be better for our griefs and tears.


  We meet again beyond the barren past,
    Beyond the pride, the sorrows and the tears;
    And yearnings leave the strife and hate of years
  To flood our souls with perfect peace at last! 
  Our hearts forget the wrong so deep and vast,
    The wounding words and all the cruel woe,
    Till joy is all our bounding bosoms know,
  And life is glad with happiness at last.

  Love, deathless and forgiving, crowns with bays
    The future and our hopes, as full of grace,
  As youth had fondly dreamed in other days,
    When first we knew how sweet was her embrace. 
  God’s endless purpose guides the feet of men;
  Beyond our pride we meet in love again!


  His greatness hath not left him; till the years
    Have won the nation from her children dead,
  And robbed her of remembrance where she rears
    Her monuments above the blood they shed,
  Will his name want for homage; with sad fears
    The Union winds her garlands o’er his head,
  And fondly wreathes her love, bedewed with tears,
    To bless the hero on his dying bed.

  His luster lives untarnished; as he lies
    Where Malady has bound him in wild pain,
  And only Death can loose the heavy chain
    That galls her captive while his nature dies,
  He seems far greater in his country’s eyes,
    Than if an Appomattox spake again.


  Somehow, someway, I can not see the light;
    The giant hills of doubting reach the skies,
  Abiding shadows bring eternal night,
    And on my ways no suns of morning rise;
  Dark mysteries across the years of might
    Crush down my hopes, until each yearning dies,
  Until my soul is weary, dim my sight,
    And ghostly echoes mock my fainting cries.

  Ah, I shall know beyond these narrow years,
    The glorious mornings of eternal day,
    Where perfect love and tender trust shall play,
  And smiles and laughter banish all the tears,
  And all the heavy mists of doubts and fears
    Shall leave my longing soul somehow, someway!

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