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A DIVINE PROMISE. |
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What was there in the sound of those sweet bells, Which loosed the spirit from its house of clay ?
Why should death's angel come in those deep swells, To meet his soul, and summon it away ?
This poor, unhappy,, weeping child of Art Was so mistreated in the world below,
That pitying Death would use no harsher dart, Than the soft music he had taught to flow.
Ml/, 1848.
A DIVINE PROMISE-
" And he said, My presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee rest." Exod. xxxiii, 14.
A pilgrim by life's wayside,
I paused awhile at morn, And, viewing the dim future,
I sat, and wept forlorn ; When lo ! a voice of music
Broke on my troubled ear; > It floated down in sweetness
From yon celestial sphere! It was this' precious promise,
Of which I'd been in quest,— " My presence shall go with thee,
And I will give thee rest." |
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