How My Heart Yearns Towards My Friends At Home!

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Title:     How My Heart Yearns Towards My Friends At Home!
Author: Charles Sangster [More Titles by Sangster]

How my heart yearns towards my friends at home!
Poor suffering souls, whose lives are like the trees,
Bent, crushed, and broken in the storm of life!
A whirlwind of existence seems to roam
Through some poor hearts continually. These
Have neither rest nor pause; one day is rife
With tempest, and another dashed with gloom;
And the few rays of light that might illume
Their thorny path are drenched with tearful rain.
Yet these pure souls live not their lives in vain;
For they become as spiritual guides
And lights to others; rising with the tides
Of their full being into higher spheres,
Brighter and brighter still through all the coming years.

[The end]
Charles Sangster's poem: How My Heart Yearns Towards My Friends At Home!

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