Classic Poem

TOE. R.

I GIVE thee greeting as a kindred soul;
For throbs with thine,
In the pulsations will may not control,
This heart of mine.

May we walk onward, side by side in love,
Till one shall go
To join the life-crowned, joyous host above,
And leave below.

A waiting spirit, which its wings may plume
For upward flight,
To the fair region where sweet flowerets bloom
In cloudless light!

There may we meet, sweet friend, to part no more,
From sorrow free,
With all God's children on that brighter shore.
Beyond Time's sea!