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ANGELIC MINISTRIES. 19
Voices all around our pathway,— In the sunlight, in the shade;
On the high and rock-crown'd mountain, In the stillness of the glade.
Voices from the stately forest,
And the lovely moss-cress bright;
From the broad and mighty rivers, And the streamlet murm'ring light.
Voices, rising from the flow'ret Dipt in bright and pearly dew,
From the floating clouds of crimson, And the skies of azure hue.
Happy, happy they that listen
To these teaching tones of love ! For their strange and gentle whisp'rings Would direct our hearts above !
I have heard around my pillow,
When sleep's curtain gently fell, Strains of music sweetly rising,
Though each earthly voice was still. Well I knew the angelic numbers,
Well I knew that bright-wing'd band— For the soul, that never slumbers,
Traced them to the spirit-land.