My soul is full of whispered song,—My blindness is my sight;The shadows that I feared so longAre full of life and light.
"Dying Hymn", in Ballads, Lyrics, and Hymns (1866) p. 326.
Yea, when mortality dissolves, Shall I not meet thine hour unawed?My house eternal in the heavens Is lighted by the smile of God!Alice Cary
We serve Him most who take the most of His exhaustless love.Alice Cary
The berries of the brier rose Have lost their rounded pride: The bitter-sweet chrysanthemums Are drooping heavy-eyed.Alice Cary