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THE ANGEL VISITANT. 21
How well I recollected the bright gleaming Of ringlets I had seen in beauty wave!
"Well I remember'd, too, the dark eyes beaming, Which lost their lustre in an early grave.
But she had drank of that pure stream supernal, Which rises in a land more glorious, fair,
And gazed upon the throne of the Eternal, Until she seem'd no more the child of care.
She seem'd not as" the one whose step of gladness Was poised awhile on this dark earth of ours;
She seem'd not as the one who shared my sadness, And wander'd with me mid the vernal flowers;
Not as the one who traced with me the wending Of that bright stream which sparkles o'er the green,
Or watch'd with me the solemn moon ascending To reign amid the stars, unrivall'd queen ;
Not as the one who, at the hour of vespers, Knelt at my side, with eyelids deeply seal'd,
To list with me the low and mystic whispers Of the Unseen,''who then his love reveal'd.
And yet I knew her by that sacred token Of love undying in her soul-lit eyes,
Which told me early ties were still unbroken, And quite cemented only in the skies.