< Posthumous Poems
TO A LEEDS POET
If far beyond the shadow of the sleep
A place there be for souls without a stain;
Where peace is perfect and delight more deep
Than seas or skies that change and shine again,
A place there be for souls without a stain;
Where peace is perfect and delight more deep
Than seas or skies that change and shine again,
There, none of all unsullied souls that live
May hold a surer station, none may lend
More light to Hope or Memory's lamp, nor give
More joys than Thine to those that called Thee Friend.
May hold a surer station, none may lend
More light to Hope or Memory's lamp, nor give
More joys than Thine to those that called Thee Friend.
1888.
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