| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Gerald Massey |
| | | | And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death! |
| Shall light thy dark up like a star. |
| A beacon kindling from afar |
| Our light of love and fainting faith. |
| 1 |
| | Cling closer, closer, life to life, |
| Cling closer, heart to heart; |
| The time will come, my own wed Wife, |
| When you and I must part! |
| Let nothing break our band but Death, |
| For in the world above |
| ’Tis the breaker Death that soldereth |
| Our ring of Wedded Love. |
| 2 |
| | In this dim world of clouding cares, |
| We rarely know, till ’wildered eyes |
| See white wings lessening up the skies, |
| The angels with us unawares. |
| 3 |
| | Our dearest hopes in pangs are born, |
| The kingliest Kings are crown’d with thorn. |
| 4 |
| | Set is the sun of my years; |
| And over a few poor ashes, |
| I sit in my darkness and tears. |
| 5 |
| | She thought our good-night kiss was given, |
| And like a lily her life did close; |
| Angels uncurtain’d that repose, |
| And the next waking dawn’d in heaven. |
| 6 |
| | You scarce could think so small a thing |
| Could leave a loss so large; |
| Her little light such shadow fling |
| From dawn to sunset’s marge. |
| In other springs our life may be |
| In bannered bloom unfurled, |
| But never, never match our wee |
| White Rose of all the world. |
| 7 |
| A face like nestling luxury of flowers. | 8 |
| A heaven of dreams in her large lotus eyes, darkly divine. | 9 |
| A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God’s own home to flower on earth. | 10 |
| The breathing miracle into silence passed! | 11 |
| The heart is like an instrument whose strings steal nobler music from life’s many frets. | 12 |
| There is no dearth of kindness in this world of ours; only in our blindness we gather thorns for flowers. | 13 | | |
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