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I remember, oh, my
darling,
As our Lord came forth to call;
How you embraced so peacefully,
Your last visitor that Fall.
You spoke of peaks
majestic,
Of valleys fertile and green;
Of mountainsides strewn with flowers,
Which mortal eye has ne'er seen.
Oh, you spoke of
brilliant colors,
Of streams flowing crystal clear;
Of loved ones who had passed over,
Of those missed and held so dear.
You spoke of a land
most striking,
A Paradise most serene;
E'er flowing with milk and honey,
Which mortal eye has ne'er seen.
I remember, oh, my
darling,
As you breathed your final sigh,
That with all my heart I love you
And can never say good-bye.
(From the book,
A Love Eternal, by Jerry D. Babb
© 1996 White Buck
Publishing)
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