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Edgar Guest - The Dead ReturnEdgar Guest - The Dead Return
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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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