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282 FOREST MELODIES. |
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And exhausted, she sank beside me there, As her startling wish was breathed in my ear.
Sweet child! she has now obtain'd her wings, And soar'd away from terrestrial things; Like the insect she loved, whose brilliant wing She watch'd and envied through that bright
spring; Like that she ceased to grovel on earth, And obtain'd a new and a higher birth,— She left the clay form off immortal wings, And sought the land where the seraph sings.
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SEPARATION. Two beings at the hush of day, Together knelt them down to pray,
Where autumn leaves were strewn ; Their voices blended in the air, "While the sweet, fervent soul of prayer
Ascended to the Throne.
And both were lovely, both were young, And round them each the world had flung
Its soft, enchanting power; But they had turn'd them from its wiles, And sought the great Redeemer's smiles,
In youth's delightful hour. |
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