To know just how He suffered—would be dear lyrics

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To know just how He suffered—would be dear
To know if any Human eyes were near
To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze
Until it settle broad—on Paradise

To know if He was patient—part content
Was Dying as He thought—or different
Was it a pleasant Day to die
And did the Sunshine face his way

What was His furthest mind—Of Home—or God
Or what the Distant say
At news that He ceased Human Nature
Such a Day

And Wishes—Had He Any
Just His Sigh—Accented
Had been legible—to Me
And was He Confident until
Ill fluttered out—in Everlasting Well

And if He spoke—What name was Best
What last
What One broke off with
At the Drowsiest
Was He afraid—or tranquil
Might He know
How Conscious Consciousness—could grow
Till Love that was—and Love too best to be
Meet—and the Junction be Eternity