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. A vision. 261
" But well their deeds are known above, Their mighty works of faith and love
Are register'd on high; And angels, who the record read, Could wish in the same path to tread,
In the same way to die.
" Bright seraphs from the' eternal throne, With sacred pleasure hasten down,
Commission'd by their Lord, , To take their stations where such lie, As nobly for their Master die, •
And form a flaming guard.
" Thou askest who is sleeping here ? A being of this troubled sphere!
To me, to me 'tis given To guard the poor, unconscious dust, Till, with the object of my trust,
I am recall'd to heaven.
" A passion deep within him glow'd, To linger near Castalia's flood,
Or tread the halls of lore; " A panting, deep desire for fame, The wish to' immortalize his name—
The last which youth gives o'er.
" Content with want and woe to meet, He gave up all at Jesus' feet, And falter'd, ' Here am I!