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LEFT BEHIND.
Your life's proud aim, your art's high truth,
Have kept the promise of your youth;
And while you won the crown which now
Breaks into bloom upon your brow.
My soul cried strongly out to you
Across the ocean's yearning blue,
While, unremembered and afar,
I watched you, as I watch a star
Through darkness struggling into view,
And loved you better than you knew.
Have kept the promise of your youth;
And while you won the crown which now
Breaks into bloom upon your brow.
My soul cried strongly out to you
Across the ocean's yearning blue,
While, unremembered and afar,
I watched you, as I watch a star
Through darkness struggling into view,
And loved you better than you knew.
I used to dream, in all these years
Of patient faith and silent tears,
That Love's strong hand would put aside
The barriers of place and pride,—
Would reach the pathless darkness through
And draw me softly up to you.
Perchance the violets o'er my dust
Will half betray their buried trust,
And say, their blue eyes fall of dew,
"She loved you better than you knew."
Of patient faith and silent tears,
That Love's strong hand would put aside
The barriers of place and pride,—
Would reach the pathless darkness through
And draw me softly up to you.
Perchance the violets o'er my dust
Will half betray their buried trust,
And say, their blue eyes fall of dew,
"She loved you better than you knew."
