The Dead Return~ Edgar A. Guest
- THE dead return. I know they do;
- The glad smile may have passed from view,
- The ringing voice that cheered us so
- In that remembered long ago
- Be stilled, and yet in sweeter ways
- It speaks to us throughout our days.
- The kindly father comes again
- To guide us through the haunts of men,
- And always near, their sons to greet
- Are lingering the mothers sweet.
- About us wheresoe'er we tread
- Hover the spirits of our dead;
- We cannot see them as we could
- In bygone days, when near they stood
- And shared the joys and griefs that came,
- But they are with us just the same.
- They see us as we plod along,
- And proudly smile when we are strong,
- And sigh and grieve the selfsame way
- When thoughtlessly we go astray.
- I sometimes think it hurts the dead
- When into sin and shame we're led,
- And that they feel a thrill divine
- When we've accomplished something fine.
- And sometimes thoughts that come at night
- Seem more like messages that might
- Have whispered been by one we love,
- Whose spirit has been called above.
- So wise the counsel, it must be
- That all we are the dead can see.
- The dead return. They come to share
- Our laughter and our bit of care;
- They glory, as they used to do,
- When we are splendid men and true,
- In all the joy that we have won,
- And they are proud of what we've done.
- They suffer when we suffer woe;
- All things about us here they know.
- And though we never see them here
- Their spirits hover very near.
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