Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914.
By Edward Rowland SillHome
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White are its roofs, dim is each dwelling’s door,
And peace with perfect rest its bosom fills.
Comes as a white, soft hand, and reaches o’er
And touches its still face most tenderly.
Lo! where it lies, far from the clash and roar,
With quiet distance blurred, as if thro’ tears.
Some loving messenger to go before
And lead the way to where thy longings end,
His kindest angel, and through that still door
Into the Infinite love will lead thee home.