Werter Renick Davis, D. D.

MIRROR of soul, his guise of gentleness;
The fairest gifts of nature to the child
Adorned the man with beauty undefiled,
And sealed with tender grace of love's express
A brow that never clouded^___that success
Flushed not with the false glow of heart beguiled;
Fitting to life so lovely, courtly, mild,
His spirit's flight seemed heaven's sweet caress.

And proof of heaven was the heart we knew,
And proof of angels was his kindly word;
The shadows flee from Doubt and leave it Faith
When eyes like these beam through the misty blue
And breaks the bowl and severs the silver cord^___
Nor victor is the grave, nor sting has death.

^__A. A. B. Cavaness.

Poems by Two Brothers
A. A. B. Cavaness & J. M. Cavaness
(Chetopa: J. M. Cavaness and Son. 1896)
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