Edgar Allan Poe: To M.L.S.
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by Edgar Allan Poe
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
Of all to whom thine absence is the night-
The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sunof all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hopefor lifeah! above all,
For the resurrection of deep-buried faith
In Truthin Virtuein Humanity-
Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen
At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!"
At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled
In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes-
Of all who owe thee mostwhose gratitude
Nearest resembles worshipoh, remember
The truestthe most fervently devoted,
And think that these weak lines are written by him-
By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think
His spirit is communing with an angel's.