After Our Likeness

Ada Cambridge

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1844 to 1926

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The heart is hush'd. Truly God's likeness then—
When the sweet eyes are laid asleep, and when
I think most of the day when I shall see
The pure reflection will shine out again
The mirror clear, unsullied by a breath.
When life's hard lessons have been conned and learn'd;
Some day the earthly shadows will be cast
Tis a reflection of the Face divine.
But 'twill be there—the likeness—to the last.
A little shadow of a childish face,
Ay, as I look, it seems quite plain to me.
More lovely for the trouble and the tears.
This self-same face, yet like the face of Him,
All the soft outlines, beautiful and true,
Transparent skin, with blue veins shining through—
Awhile the visible countenance of Him;
Fair, oval, broad-brow'd face—small, delicate head—
Strange, mystic light, so undefined and faint,
When this child's beauty will have all return'd,
Its passions, its wild longings, and its pain;
Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning grace
They will re-settle when the soul is still'd,
Some day the lucid waters, in which lie
Nevermore undefined, and faint, and dim;
Of thought and wisdom on her lips and eyes.
Its mortal features clothed with the divine.
By the world's sin and passion undefiled—
Across that sunshine—it may be to dim
This self-same face, but with the image bright,
Made in our image—sure 'tis that we see,
In glory and in beauty infinite.
The dear face in that perfect purity,
When earth's hopes are relinquish'd, unfulfill'd.
So far too pure for any words to paint—
Bring me the echo of the words God said.
They will re-settle in the calm of death,
Stirred up and troubled like a stormy sea;—
Ah! while I look, and trace each tender line,
They will re-settle in those after-years
Before me now a little picture lies—
But they will yet re-settle—by-and-by.
The light wherein the little features shine,
God's likeness, in the fair face of a child,
Pictured those glorious lineaments, will be

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