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A DREAM OF THE DEAD, i 399
THE OPEN AIR.
"When, by weariness oppress'd, I hie me to the open air;
When I feel a deep unrest, Oft I seek a solace there.
When some intermeddling care Hath all day embarrass'd me,
Then I seek the open air,
For a breath more pure and free.
Something shines in nature's eye, Which allays the spirit's strife ;
Something in the depths on high, Breathing purer, holier life.
A DREAM OF THE DEAD.
In her white hand she bore . A wreath of flowers perennial, such as spring Beside the well of life on that blest shore
Where seraph voices ring.
She had the same sweet face That shed its light upon my childhood's hours, But it had caught a sweeter, holier grace
From von celestial bowers.