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22 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
To my shut senses earthly care soon stealing Seem'd in harsh terms to chide my long delay ;
A task forgotten to my thought revealing— My angel visitant had fled away. |
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THE ABSENT ONE.
I miss'd her in the choir, Where happy faces brightly shone As if their spirits had caught fire
From an archangel's tone.
Ah! one was missing there,— One with a meek, veil'd eye, and brow "Which, in its solemn radiance fair,
Was like the shaded snow:
Whose cheek, transparent, pale, Reminded you of twilight's sky; The flashing hues would come and fail
So strange and rapidly.
Where was that gentle one ? Where the tall form so lightly frail, Which, like a tender flower half-blown,
Shrank from the gentlest gale?
Tell me, thou angel choir! Giving to God the glory due, Praising the everlasting Sire;
Tell me, Is she with you ? |
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