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20 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
0 ! they raised a song triumphant,
While encompassing my bed ; And they spread their starry pinions
Over my defenceless head! Tell me not 'twas but the vision
Of a poor disorder'd brain; Yonder, in a sphere elysian,
I shall list those notes again.
THE ANGEL VISITANT.
She came when darkness o'er the earth was
And Silence spread her gloomy pall around—
Came, when my lonely lamp was slowly waning,
And I had dropp'd my pen in thought profound.
She sat beside me! Busy recollection
Strove to recall the semblance of that brow:
It was the friend upon whom fond Affection Had shower'd her burning tears long years ago.
I did not see her with the natural vision;
But 'twas the soul's deep eye beheld her here: She seem'd all radiant from the clime elysian,
Where bliss is never follow'd by a tear.
Upon that brow was something far more holy Than it was wont to wear while here on earth;
And she had now exchanged her garb so lowly For one befitting her exalted birth.