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love each other; Bear and forbear, and come to me in heaven.' "I wakened once--at midnight--a wild cry-- '_Paul, O Paul!_' rang through my dreams and broke My slumber. I arose, but all was still, And then I, slept again and dreamed till morn. In all my dreams her dear, sweet face appeared-- Now radiant as a star, and now all pale-- Now glad with smiles and now all wet with tears. Then came a dream that agonized my soul, While every limb was bound as if in chains. Methought I saw her in the silent night Leaning o'er misty waters dark and deep: A moan--a plash of waters--and, O Christ!-- Her agonized face upturned--imploring hands Stretched out toward me, and a wailing cry-- '_Paul, O Paul!_' Then face and hands went down, And o'er her closed the deep and dismal flood Forever--but it could not drown the cry: '_Paul, O Paul!_' was ringing in my ears; '_Paul, O Paul!_' was throbbing in my heart; And moaning, sobbing in my shuddering soul Trembled the wail of anguish--'_Paul, O Paul!_' "Then o'er the waters stole the silver dawn, And lo a fairy boat with silken sail! And in the boat an angel at the helm, And at her feet the form of her I loved. The white mists parted as the boat sped on In silence, lessening far and far away. And then the sunrise glimmered on the sail A moment, and the angel turned her face: My mother!--and I gave a joyful cry, And stretched my hands, but lo the hovering mists Closed in around them and the vision passed. "The morning sun stole through the window-blinds And fell upon my face and wakened me, And I lay musing--thinking of Pauline. Yes, she should know the depths of all my heart-- The love I bore her all those lonely years; The hope that held me steadfast to my toil, And feel the higher and the holier love Her precious gift had wakened in my soul. Yea, I would bless her for that precious gift-- I had not known its treasures but for her, And O for that would I forgive her all, And bless the hand that smote me to the soul. That would be comfort to me all my days, And if there came a bitter time to her, 'Twould pain her less to know that I forgave. "A hasty rapping at my chamber-door; In came my school-boy friend whose guest I was, And said: 'Come, Paul, the town is all ablaze! A sad--a strange--a marvelous suicide! Pauline, who was to be a bride to-day, Was missed at dawn and after sunrise found-- Traced by her robe and bonnet on the bridge, Whence she had throw
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