Passion Flowers (Watson)/One of the Weary

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One of the Weary.
Hush! do not grieve; keep still, let the passing Of seraphs be felt, mayhap seen, in the place.Hush! for the faint, fitful flutter of breathing Grows less, and disturbs not the peace of her face;Life at the best is so weary. Let her rest—rest.
She is heart of thy heart? Be it so, but God's keeping Is safer than thine. Thou would'st shield from His handThy Dearest? Be quiet, she listens, is speaking— "Dear Love"—with that thought she has passed to the landOf those who were weary, but are blest and at rest.
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