The Unseen

Do you feel my spirit with you—
Feel my kiss upon your lips?
Doth your heart throb with the message
That the messenger outstrips?

Ay, I know your thought, responding,
Know this soul-touch is of thine,
That you send me tender soothing
O’er love’s subtile, unseen line.

Soul to soul can tell its sorrow,
Sympathy response impart—
Joy can flash o’er lines of distance,
Touch and thrill a kindred heart.

Loneliness! I scarcely know it;
Loved ones in my spirit’s reach
Know my call and give me answer—
Silence pulses with their speech.

We have glimpse of joys, thro’ this one,
That await the soul above,
Where unbroken, sweet communion
Flows thro’ sympathy and love.