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LET me SLEEP. |
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She spoke in broken tones Of the blest Saviour, as her friend and guide, Then whisper'd "Farewell" to those mourning ones,
And sweetly smil'd and died.
Fair as a star declines, In all its brightness, but to shine elsewhere; Thus did she vanish, thus the immortal mind
Pass'd to another sphere.
LET ME SLEEP.
"Let me.sleep," she softly said, As she meekly bowed her head
With a peaceful smile; And those, eye-lids drooping low, And those lips, as white as snow, And that cold and drooping brow,
Gleaming mild,
Told me 'twas her latest sleep; And the mourner bowed to weep
O'er the dying one: Gentle child! she past away Like a star at dawn of day— Like the latest sunset ray
She was gone. |
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