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354 FOREST MELODIES. |
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And read of that immortal land, Where none may die;
And of a glorious meeting there, ■ Where sweetest songs of rapture flow,
And kindly hearts cemented are, If pure below.
The name was traced by that fair hand Now folded in a lasting sleep—
Memento of my early friend, O'er thee I weep:
Weep at the thought of parting hours, Of dying friends and farewell sighs ;
Weep at the thought of fading flowers, And blighting skies.
IMS.
LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF ITINERANCY.
(TO MB. A. F. B.)
You often told me there were shades of night Along the pathway you were treading lone;
But 0 ! it has a sacred, heavenly light. More brilliant than I hitherto had known, And yet my course was bright before it shone;
This light reveals the wonders of the skies, And, streaming down from the eternal throne,
Awakes such rapture in my ravish'd eyes.
That glory seems to gild the path of sacrifice. |
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