Emblem of the end of mortals,
Earth to earth, and dust to dust!
[Scribbled in about five minutes on the back of an old envelope while sitting by a new-made grave on which was a sickle of flowers.]
THIS TOUCH OF AN ANGEL’S HAND.
Happiness is the realization of longings,—
Of hope and fond desire,—
That enter the heart like angel-throngings
Bearing celestial fire.
Like the peace that follows a benediction
Is the painless rest it gives,