To O - S. C. by Annie Eliot Trumbull

Spirit of “fire and dew,”   Whither hast fled? Thy soul they never knew   Who call thee dead. Deep thoughts of why and how   Shadowed thine eyes: Thou hast the answers now   Straight from the skies. Thrilled with a double power,   Nature and Art,— Dowered with a double dower,   Reason and heart,— Not souls like thine, in vain   God fashioneth; Leadeth them forth again,   Gently, by death.