Forever at his side to walk
The smaller of the two,
Brain of his brain,
Blood of his blood,
Two lives, one Being, now.
Forever of his fate to taste,
If grief the largest part,
If joy, to put my piece away
For that belovéd heart.
All life to know each other—
Whom we can never learn,
And by and by a change
Called “Heaven”—
Rapt neighborhood of men
Just finding out what
Puzzled us
Without the lexicon!
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