ECHOES.
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A BREATH And a sigh,— How we fly From Death! A breath And a sigh,— How we fly From Death!
A palm Warm pressed, As we guessed Love's psalm. Sing on O our bird! Thou art heard Alone.
A word Breathed close, And then rose The bird We know No life, Neither strife, Nor woe,
That cowers In the wood 'Mid a flood Of flowers, Nor aught But this hour,— Love's dower Dear bought.—
Till Love's Heart sighs, Like the cries Of doves,— Death's voice Is away, And we may Rejoice.
Then sings His song, Beating strong White wings,— The bird Of our song May be long Unheard,
Heart clear Though faint, Like a saint In prayer.— But, Dear, Bend low; It is now We hear.
He reigns In power, And Love's hour Disdains. Dear Heart Your kiss!— After this We part.
Forget For a day All his sway, Life's fret. A breath And a sigh,— How we fly From Death!