As Shadows Pass

Mutely I stand within death's mystic spell--

Star-windows of the Heavenly Home alight--

Watching the silent shadows--in regret--

On cool-dewed grasses, and I gently smile:

His wounds restored, my first-born rests in peace

To hear an angel-bugle; rise; enwrap

His soul with dawn in sky fields ... Lest he keep

A tryst with earth, I smile as shadows pass.