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292 In my dream she stood at rest beside me, As we used to stand so long ago, Saying, " Little one, too much you love me." While I smiled, " Too much love cannot know." Then there came the shadow o'er her features, Shade prophetic of the coming woe. If I love her still does Christ not love her ? I cannot forget, will He forget ? I have only will, who has the power Somehow — He knows how — will save her yet. Dear lost jewel ! till I find you, find you, I will wear my diamond in jet. Thus I dreamed, then woke to hear the organ Pealing " Peace on earth, good-will to men, Glory to the Father, Son, and Spirit, More than ever hath been shall be then ; When the angels have their great rejoicing, When the whole creation saith 'Amen.' "