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I WILL COME TO THEE THEN. 205
I WILL COME TO THEE THEN.
" If I am the survivor, your spirit must come to me at the hour we have appointed for prayer."
I will come to thee then at that beautiful hour, When the first star of even shines forth ;
When Darkness spreads, with mysterious power, Her silent wing over the earth.
I will come to thee then, to the sacred retreat, Where thou kneelest all sad and alone ;
I will cling to the heart that continues to beat, Though it feel not the throbs of my own.
I will come to thee then—thou shalt know I am
Though thou canst not my features behold;
I will whisper some thought of the past in thine
Thou shalt know 'tis the friend of thy soul.
J will come to thee then—though they count not the hours
In that beautiful world of bliss ; I shall know the time, when these spirits of ours
Held sweetest communion in this.
I will come to thee then, with a message from heaven; For God will permit me to bear