Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
A PrayerJames Russell Lowell (18191891)
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But rather wait until the time
That I am grown in purity
Enough to enter Thy pure clime,
Then take me, I will gladly go,
So that my love remain below!
What I through death must learn to be;
We need her more on our poor earth
Than Thou canst need in heaven with Thee:
She hath her wings already, I
Must burst this earth-shell ere I fly.
More near than ever, each to each:
Her angel ears will find more clear
My heavenly than my earthly speech;
And still, as I draw nigh to Thee,
Her soul and mine shall closer be.