That lies between two worlds divides us twain,
Since I am left on earth with every stain,
And thou art pure enough to see God's face?
How can I linger on in this dark place,
Borne down with all this heavy load of pain,
When thou canst never come to me again,
Or still my yearning through thy tender grace?
But one thing yet remains for me to do:
__Florence L. Snow.
Kansas In Literature__Part I. Poetry
Introduction by William Herbert Carruth
(Topeka: Crane & Co. 1900)