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All is bright, but I no longer
On these charms may feast mine eye ;
There's a holier bond, and stronger, Draws my spirit to the sky.
Surely earth has cast its brightness Richly o'er my wearied heart,
And my soul has felt the lightness Which its buoyant hopes impart.
But far deeper, holier feelings Draw me gently up to heaven,
For- the Spirit's rich revealings Have unto my soul been given.
List! I hear the seoret calling Of a blest and viewless band,
Who, when death's dark mists are falling, Shall escort me to that land.
That bright realm, unseen by mortals, Yet by faith so often trod, ;
Opens now its dazzling portals, And I haste to meet my God.
Sept.. 1343.
PRAY FOR ME. " Pray for me "—a tender tone
Whisper'd in my ear; When I knew that step was gone,
Quickly gush'd the tear. |
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