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POEMS AND SONGS
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AT MICHAEL SARS’S GRAVE
Ever he would roam
Toward th’ eternal home;
From the least life deep in ocean
To each gleam of stars in motion,
Worth of all he weighed.
Now the Lord lends aid.
Still he passed beyond,
Softly dreaming; fond
Nature met him as her lover.
God with strength his soul shall cover
’Mid the starry throng
Through the spheres’ pure song.
Even here on earth
Harmony’s sweet birth—
When discovery new truth sunders,
When the small reveals its wonders—
Filled his soul with song
For the ages long.
Where his watch he kept,
Eyes a hundred swept.
Where millenniums sand assembled,
Where the tiniest life-pulse trembled,
There he sought the clue,
Silent, wise, and true.
Pans PORE ge So Sn we Oe ss ee
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