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I Give Thanks Heaven may not be. I have no faith,
 * But this desire I have—

To take my soul on my last breath,
 * To lift it like a wave,

And surge unto his star and say:
 * His friendship had been heaven;

And pray: for clouds that closed his day
 * May light at last he given!

And say: he shone at noon so bright
 * I learned to run and rejoice!

And beg him for one last delight—
 * The true sound of his voice.

There's one that once moved me so much
 * I am no more the same;

And I pray I too, I too, may touch
 * Some heart with singing flame.

Grace Fallow Norton