I feel upon my face her own soft hand,
And glimpses of her robe sometimes have seen.
O, happy thought! how strong is friendship’s band,
When out of heaven an angel friend can lean.
A year ago! sad, sad that parting day,
And sadder still, the last, the long adieu.
Death called the angel of my heart away—
And now she opens heaven to my view.
May 16, 1886.