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Like lamps in Eastern sepulchres,
Amid my heart’s deep gloom,
Affection sheds its holiest light
Upon my husband’s tomb.
And, as those lamps, if brought once more
To upper air grow dim,
So my soul’s love is cold and dead,
Unless it glow for him.

— Emma Catherine Embury

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The gathered rose, and the stolen heart,
Can charm but for a day.

When the glad sun, exulting in his might,
Comes from the dusky-curtain'd tents of night.

There dwelleth in the sinlessness of youth
A sweet rebuke that vice may not endure.

Peace, sweet Peace, is always found
In her eternal home on holy ground.

— The grave's dark portal
Soon shuts this world of shadows from our view,
Then shall we grasp realities immortal,
If to the truth within us we are true.

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