Grand Haven Daily Tribune  December 1, 1900

 At Last.

—

BY DAVID FLETCHER HUNTON.

―

O must this lovely form be drest

And carried from the door?

This wife whom I have loved the best?

These hands, and lips, so often prest?

“My Frank,” I’d give of life the rest,

To hear thee speak once more!

I’ve loved this wife now cold and dead,

And “better than I knew!”

Loved e’en the gold upon her head;

Loved what she loved, and thought, and said,

Loved her so well, that since we wed,

To her I have been true.

Could life again illume that face,

And move those lips once more,―

How would I fly with eager pace,

To clasp that form of queenly grace,

And hold it in one long embrace,

As in the days of yore!

But oh, I stretch my hands in vain!

In vain love calls! And calls!

In vain, my tears fall down like rain!

Within these lonely walls!

Thank God!  for we shall meet again

‘Neath fairer, brighter skies!

We’ll meet beyond life’s cheerless main

Where fond hearts grieve and ache with pain!

Beyond this ill-conditioned plane,—

Where “True love, never dies.”

It must be so! That “Frank” and I,

Will meet when time is o’er!

Some day, beneath fair Eden’s sky;

Some time, in God’s “sweet by and by;”

Somewhere, we’ll live and love on high,

Where we will part no more!

Grand Haven, Mich.

March, A. D. 1893
—