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280 FOREST MELODIES.
Let me go! there lie before me "Worlds, celestial worlds of light I
Even now are bursting o'er me Floods of glory, 0, how bright!
There, those fields of bliss supernal With unfading beauty glow—
There's the tree of life eternal: Let me go!
JM8.
A BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT.
A child of the missionary's sickened and died. At its bo-rial, a little brother, who had just begun to lisp in the language of the natives, blended with broken English, exclaimed with tears, " 0, father, don't let them plant it 1 Don't let them plant it t"—Ecangelut.
On a far distant isle, amid flashing southern seas, Where soft and spicy odours float on the gentle
breeze, A mournful group had gather'd, a new-made grave
was there. They buried in its bosom an infant young and fair.
The parents wept in anguish, that lowly bed above, For, O! the loved had fallen, theiryoungest pledge
of love; . And a little lisping prattler clung to his father's
hand, In childish wonder gazing upon the falling sand. |
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