Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No 3, September 1863
Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No 3, September 1863
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companion of my spirit! is thereno far-off, distant echo awakened in thy soul by the bitter waves ofanguish surging over mine? Not now, in this thine hour of earthly loveand triumph; not now. Even in spirit, 'lover and friend, ' hast thou beenput far from me. The low, measured tones of the minister fall on my ear;and I count the brief moments that give her to the keeping of anotherfor all her _mortal_ life, as the watcher counts the last moments of thedying and the loved. They kneel in prayer b...efore the mockery of thoselast words is spoken, and I kneel too, crying to the Almighty: 'Wresteven now my treasure from him, or still the anguished throbbings of myheart forever! Let me die!' O Thou tempted in all points even as we, yetwithout sin, it was meet in this my hour of extremest suffering, thatThou shouldst send the promised comforter, not to bestow the earthlygood I prayed for, but to raise me above earth and all of earthly good. Opening my inner vision to behold, far as the eye of the finite maybehold, what is comprehended in the omniscient glance of theInfinite--removing the clouds brooding so darkly over my spirit, andfilling it with holy joy, by imparting radiant glimpses of the soul'scalmer and higher life in the land beyond--'the life that rights thewrongs, and reveals the mysteries of this, '--the words that were once myhope and the inspiration of my toil, came now, when that hope was dead, to soothe and comfort me--the spirit of prophecy, that cheered my spiritwith the hopeful promise of good in the time to come, and stirring mysoul to its depths, sounding through it like a song of solemn triumph.
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companion of my spirit! is thereno far-off, distant echo awakened in thy soul by the bitter waves ofanguish surging over mine? Not now, in this thine hour of earthly loveand triumph; not now. Even in spirit, 'lover and friend, ' hast thou beenput far from me. The low, measured tones of the minister fall on my ear;and I count the brief moments that give her to the keeping of anotherfor all her _mortal_ life, as the watcher counts the last moments of thedying and the loved. They kneel in prayer b...efore the mockery of thoselast words is spoken, and I kneel too, crying to the Almighty: 'Wresteven now my treasure from him, or still the anguished throbbings of myheart forever! Let me die!' O Thou tempted in all points even as we, yetwithout sin, it was meet in this my hour of extremest suffering, thatThou shouldst send the promised comforter, not to bestow the earthlygood I prayed for, but to raise me above earth and all of earthly good. Opening my inner vision to behold, far as the eye of the finite maybehold, what is comprehended in the omniscient glance of theInfinite--removing the clouds brooding so darkly over my spirit, andfilling it with holy joy, by imparting radiant glimpses of the soul'scalmer and higher life in the land beyond--'the life that rights thewrongs, and reveals the mysteries of this, '--the words that were once myhope and the inspiration of my toil, came now, when that hope was dead, to soothe and comfort me--the spirit of prophecy, that cheered my spiritwith the hopeful promise of good in the time to come, and stirring mysoul to its depths, sounding through it like a song of solemn triumph.
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