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Stirring Experiences: 13. Her Brother's Poem

      To Evangeline In Heaven
      Everette S. Shelhamer

      And can it be, oh, can it be,
      My sister sweet, my own,
      That thou hast sailed across the sea
      From the isle of Time to Eternity,
      And left me all alone?

      And left me all alone! alone!!
      Alone on a desert isle;
      And thou beyond the bar hast gone
      Into a golden realm unknown
      Radiant in Heaven's smile!

      Into a golden realm of bliss
      Where flowers forever bloom,
      Where weary pilgrims rest in peace,
      And songs supernal never cease,
      Nor night doth throw its gloom.

      Yes, lovely Love, Evangeline,
      Thou dwellest over there
      Far from the sordid and the mean,
      From every sick'ning earthly scene,
      In Paradise so fair.

      I look around, and I look around,
      And I look for thee, sweet maid;
      And I traverse o'er familiar ground,
      But find thee not where once thou'st found,
      Where frequently we strayed.

      I well remember, ah! I do,
      Our pleasant journey longs;
      At star play-time when rain-doves rue
      We ofttimes strolled as lovers do
      When Philomela sings.

      Beneath the whispering trees we strolled
      On moonlit eves in Spring;
      Nor wast thou ever overbold,
      But maidenly and modest-souled-The
      queen, and I the king.

      Our love was stronger than the love
      Of courting lad and lass;
      Our hearts did for each other move
      As fervidly as saints above
      Beside the sea of glass.

      For thee, my sister, yea, for thee,
      I would have gladly died;
      Life was not anything to me
      Except to let me love, and be
      Forever near thy side.

      For thee I would have gladly died,
      I would my life have given;
      But thou didst close thine eyes and glide
      On angel's wings across the tide
      Into that waveless haven.

      I yearn for thee, and I sigh for thee,
      And I cry for thee, sweet girl,
      And linger to hear the melody
      Of thy voice as soft as a moon-kissed sea
      That musically doth purl.

      But I would not call the back -- no, no!
      Back to a vale of tears;
      To a desolate desert where naught doth grow
      But bitter buds -- where cold winds blow
      Their cruel invisible spears.

      Back from a paradise of bliss
      To a prison-house of bale;
      Back from thy calm contentedness
      To a stage of strife and dire distress
      Where panged suff'rers wail.

      Ah no! The thought I cannot bear,
      I could not be forgiven;
      But I shall seek for thee, my fair
      Evangeline, waiting there
      For me in tearless Heaven.

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See Also:
    Stirring Experiences: 1. My Struggle For An Education
    Stirring Experiences: 2. How I Escaped Adventism
    Stirring Experiences: 3. How I Escaped Modernism
    Stirring Experiences: 4. How I Escaped Marrying the Wrong Girl
    Stirring Experiences: 5. A Rare Jewel
    Stirring Experiences: 6 . Called Higher
    Stirring Experiences: 7. Mysteries
    Stirring Experiences: 8. Obituary
    Stirring Experiences: 9. Funeral Messages
    Stirring Experiences: 10. A Vision of Heaven -- By A Student
    Stirring Experiences: 11. Evangeline's Bible and Diary -- By Her Mother
    Stirring Experiences: 12. Notes From Her Diary
    Stirring Experiences: 13. Her Brother's Poem
    Stirring Experiences: 14. Tributes From Prominent People


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