The Clue

by Charlotte Fiske Bates English

Oh, frame some little word for me
None else shall ever hear or see,—
Something my soul can call her own,
When suddenly she feels alone;
Something that she can take away
When God shall draw the veil of clay;
Something that thou wilt know her by
Among the billions of the sky;
Something no other soul will fit
Save hers for whom thou makest it.

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