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Spiritist Poetry
To Bernard Palissy
When in our future, uncertain and,
Floating, despite myself, I doubted immortality,
You came to my call, and your benevolent hand
Tear off the blindfold of incredulity.
Tell me, where did the sweet sympathy,
Come from, making you leave a celestial home?
Was it a previous life, a memory?
That left in your heart a brotherly love?
Maybe, dear Spirit, in another existence
Were you my protector, my guide, my support?
But I question in vain: God, in his prescience,
Has put the veil of oblivion over my sight.
While waiting for the time when I will see your sphere,
When my Spirit can ascend your way!
If I must come back to this sad atmosphere,
My beloved Bernard, think of me, always.
Ms. L. O. Lieutaud, from Rouen
To Bernard Palissy
When in our future, uncertain and,
Floating, despite myself, I doubted immortality,
You came to my call, and your benevolent hand
Tear off the blindfold of incredulity.
Tell me, where did the sweet sympathy,
Come from, making you leave a celestial home?
Was it a previous life, a memory?
That left in your heart a brotherly love?
Maybe, dear Spirit, in another existence
Were you my protector, my guide, my support?
But I question in vain: God, in his prescience,
Has put the veil of oblivion over my sight.
While waiting for the time when I will see your sphere,
When my Spirit can ascend your way!
If I must come back to this sad atmosphere,
My beloved Bernard, think of me, always.
Ms. L. O. Lieutaud, from Rouen