Exeat Poem by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward

Exeat



To the hope that he has taught,
To the beauty he has wrought,
To the comfort he has been;
To the dream that poets tell,
To the land where Gabriel
Can not lose Evangeline;-
Hush! let him go.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: poets
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