<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510002" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Parting Soul And Her Guardian Angel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Written during sickness). </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul—<br>Oh! say must I leave this world of light<br>With its sparkling streams and sunshine bright,<br>Its budding flowers, its glorious sky?<br>Vain ’tis to ask me—I cannot die! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel—<br>But, sister, list! in the realms above,<br>That happy home of eternal love,<br>Are flowers more fair, and skies more clear<br>Than those thou dost cling to so fondly here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul—<br>Ah! yes, but to reach that home of light<br>I must pass through the fearful vale of night;<br>And my soul with alarm doth shuddering cry—<br>O angel, I tell thee, I dare not die! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel—<br>Ah! mortal beloved, in that path untried<br>Will I be, as ever, still at thy side,<br>Through gloom to guide till, death’s shadows passed,<br>Thou nearest, unharmed, God’s throne at last. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul—<br>Alas! too many close ties of love<br>Around my wavering heart are wove!<br>Fond, tender voices, press me to stay—<br>Think’st thou from them I would pass away?<br>Daily my mother, with anguish wild,<br>Bends o’er the couch of her dying child,<br>And one, nearer still, with silent tears,<br>Betrays his anguish, his gloomy fears—<br>Yes, even now, while to thee I speak,<br>Are hot drops falling upon my cheek;<br>Think you I’d break from so close a tie?<br>No, my guardian angel, I cannot die! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel—<br>Poor child of earth! how closely clings<br>Thy heart to earth and to earthly things!<br>Wilt thou still revolt if I whisper low<br>That thy Father in Heaven wills it so—<br>Wills that with Him thou should’st henceforth dwell,<br>To pray for those whom thou lovest so well,<br>Till a time shall come when you’ll meet again,<br>To forget for ever life’s grief and pain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soul—<br>Spirit, thy words have a potent power<br>O’er my sinking heart in this awful hour,<br>And thy soft-breathed hopes, with magic might.<br>Have chased from my soul the shades of night.<br>Console the dear ones I part from now,<br>Who hang o’er my couch with pallid brow,<br>Tell them we’ll meet in yon shining sky—<br>And, Saviour tender, now let me die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510002" data-title="The Parting Soul And Her Guardian Angel de Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon" data-description="(Written during sickness). Soul— Oh! say must I leave this world of light With its sparkling streams and sunshine bright, Its budding flowers, its glorious sky? Vain ’tis to ask me—I cannot die! Angel— But, sister, list! in the realms ..."></div> </div> </div>

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