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                 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy                  15

  	         THE VALLEY CEMETERY 

 1	    YE soft sighing zephyrs through foli-
  	        age and vine! 
 3	    Ye echoing moans from the foot-
  	        steps of time! 
  	    Break not on the silence, unless thou canst
 6	        bear
  	    A message from heaven — "No partings are
  	        there." 

 9	    Here gloom hath enchantment in beauty's
  	        array,
  	    And whispering voices are calling away — 
12	    Their wooings are soft as the vision more
  	        vain — 
  	    I would live in their empire, or die in their
15	        chain. 

  	    Here smileth the blossom and sunshine not
  	        dead — 
18	    Flowers fresh as the pang in the bosom that
  	        bled, — 
  	    Yes, constant as love that outliveth the
21	        grave,
  	    And time cannot quench in oblivion's wave. 
 
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 1	    And thou, gentle cypress, in evergreen tears,
  	    Art constant and hopeful though winter
 3	        appears. 
  	    My heart hath thy verdure, it blossoms
  	        above;
 6	    Like thee, it endureth and liveth in love. 

  	    Ambition, come hither! These vaults will
  	        unfold
 9	    The sequel of power, of glory, or gold;
  	    Then rush into life, and roll on with its tide,
  	    And bustle and toil for its pomp and its pride. 

12	    The tired wings flitting through far crimson
  	 ...       glow,
  	    Which steepeth the trees when the day-god
15	        is low;
  	    The voice of the night-bird must here send a
  	        thrill
18	    To the heart of the leaves when the winds
  	        are all still. 

  	    'Mid graves do I hear the glad voices that
21	        swell,
  	    And call to my spirit with seraphs to dwell;
  	    They come with a breath from the verdant
24	        springtime,
  	    And waken my joy, as in earliest prime. 
 
                 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy                  17



 1	    Blest beings departed! Ye echoes at dawn! 
  	    O tell of their radiant home and its morn! 
 3	    Then I'll think of its glory, and rest till I see
  	    My loved ones in glory still waiting for me. 
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