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                 Poems by Mary Baker Eddy                  65




  	     TO ELLEN. "SING ME THAT SONG!" 

 1	    O SING me that song! My spirit is
  	        sad,
 3	      Life's pulses move fitful and slow;
  	    A meeting with loved ones in
  	        dreams I have had,
 6	      Whose robes were as spotless as snow:
  	    A phantom of joy, it fled with the light,
  	      And left but a parting in air. 
 9	    My soul is enchained to life's dreary night,
  	      O sing me "Sweet hour of prayer"! 

  	    Ah, sleep, twin sister of death and of night! 
12	      My thoughts 'neath thy drap'ry still lie. 
  	    Alas! that from dreams so boundless and
  	        bright
15	      We waken to life's dreary sigh. 
  	    Those moments most sweet are fleetest alway,
  	      For love claspeth earth's raptures not long,
18	    Till darkness and death like mist melt away,
  	      To rise to a seraph's new song. 

  	    O'er ocean or Alps, the stranger who roams
21	      But gathers a wreath for his bier;
  	    For life hath its music in low minor tones,
  	      And man is the cause of its tear. 
 
66            Poems by Mary Baker Eddy



 1	    But drops of pure nectar our brimming cup
  	        fill,
 3	      When we walk by that murmuring stream;
  	    Or when, like the thrill of that mountain rill,
  	      Your songs float in memory's dream. 

 6	    Sweet spirit of love, at soft eventide
  	      Wake gently the chords of her lyre,
  	    And whisper of one who sat by ...her side
 9	      To join with the neighboring choir;
  	    And tell how that heart is silent and sad,
  	      No melody sweeps o'er its strings! 
12	    'Tis breaking alone, but a young heart and
  	        glad — 
  	      Might cheer it, perchance, when she sings. 

15	      Lynn, Mass., August 25, 1866. 
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