Classic Poem

BY OTWAY CURRY .

I know thou art gone to a clime of light
 All starry and gem-besprent—
Beyond the reach of the sunbeam's flight,
 In the far-off firmament.

The spirit, they say, cannot feel regret
 In that strange shining world of bliss,
But, free from pain, will forever forget
 The children of sorrow in this.

Oh! think not my heart one moment could deem
 So lightly of feelings like thine;
Though distant to them thy spirit may seem,
 I know thou art present with mine.

Thou art here again, where oft thou hast stood
 To list to the lulling chime
Of the wandering breeze in the waving wood,
 And the songs of the olden time.

Thou art watching the falling leaves that wake
 The waves in the tranquil stream,
Serene as the slumber that never can break,
 Or the joy of an endless dream.

And I will rejoice in thy presence again,
 And haply thy whisper shall hear,
Dispelling the gloom of sorrow and pain,
 When the twilight of death is near.