In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 126

Love is and was my Lord and King,
         And in his presence I attend
         To hear the tidings of my friend,
Which every hour his couriers bring.

Love is and was my King and Lord,
         And will be, tho' as yet I keep
         Within his court on earth, and sleep
Encompass'd by his faithful guard,

And hear at times a sentinel
         Who moves about from place to place,
         And whispers to the worlds of space,
In the deep night, that all is well.


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