(12 August 1854 – 13 September 1925 / Chatham Center / Ohio)

Always, Together

As in a prayer,
I will take your hand,
And Dare,
Make you my Refuge, forever,
As long as I live, as long as I breath,
I promise to honor and love you,
As if we had Always been together,
Blending Soul and Spirit,
In a Love that has no measure
As in a prayer,
Always together.

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In my garden of Life with its all-late flowers. Beautiful
In my garden of Life with its all-late flowers I heed a Voice in the shrinking hours: " Frost to-night - so clear and dead-still" ... Half sad, half proud, my arms I fill. very fine ending of a superb poem. tony
Wonderful poem..I'm particularly struck by the profound, beautifully realised metaphor, '...my garden of Life with its all-late flowers'.
In my garden of Life with its all-late flowers I heed a Voice in the shrinking hours: " Frost to-night - so clear and dead-still" ... Half sad, half proud, my arms I fill. /// beautiful poetic expression; beautiful stanza
A beautiful poem. Well articulated. Kingsley Egbukole
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