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20 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE. |
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0 ! they raised a song triumphant,
While encompassing my bed ; And they spread their starry pinions
Over my defenceless head! Tell me not 'twas but the vision
Of a poor disorder'd brain; Yonder, in a sphere elysian,
I shall list those notes again.
IMi. °
THE ANGEL VISITANT.
She came when darkness o'er the earth was
reigning,
And Silence spread her gloomy pall around—
Came, when my lonely lamp was slowly waning,
And I had dropp'd my pen in thought profound.
She sat beside me! Busy recollection
Strove to recall the semblance of that brow:
It was the friend upon whom fond Affection Had shower'd her burning tears long years ago.
I did not see her with the natural vision;
But 'twas the soul's deep eye beheld her here: She seem'd all radiant from the clime elysian,
Where bliss is never follow'd by a tear.
Upon that brow was something far more holy Than it was wont to wear while here on earth;
And she had now exchanged her garb so lowly For one befitting her exalted birth. |
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