(A. T.) My husband
We know only that thou has gone.
And that the same returnless tide.
Which bore thee from us, still glides on.
And we, who mourn thee with it glide.
(Mary) O MEMORIES THAT BLESS AND BURN!
O BARREN GAIN AND BITTER LOSS!
I KISS EACH BEAD, AND STRIVE AT LAST TO LEARN
TO KISS THE CROSS: SWEETHEART!
TO KISS THE CROSS.