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With all my strength I prayed for both, and so I
felt resigned, And up the valley came a swell of music on the
I thought that it was fancy, and I listened in my
bed, And then did something speak to me�I know not
what was said : For great delight and shuddering took hold of all
my mind, And up the valley came again the music on the
Oh, look! the sun begins to rise; the heavens are
in a glow ; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them
I know. And there I move no longer now, and there his
light may shine� Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than
Oh, sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this
day is done The voice that now is speakiDg may be beyond the sun�
But you were sleeping; and I said, " It's not for them: it's mine."
And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for a sign.
And once again it came, and close beside the win�dow-bars,
Then seemed to go right up to heaven and die among the stars.
So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. I
know The blessed music went that way my soul will
have to go. And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day; But, Effie, you must comfort her when I am past
And say to Eobin a kind word, and tell him not
to fret; There's many worthier than I would make him
happy yet. If I had lived�I can not tell�I might have been
his wife; But all these things have ceased to be, with my
desire of life.
Forever and forever with those just souls and true: And what is life, that we should moan ? Why make we such ado ?
Forever and forever, all in a blessed home� And there to wait a little while till you and Effie
come� To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your
breast� And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary
are at rest.
Thomas Hood.
She stood breast-high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
On her cheek an autumn flush Deeply ripened�such a blush In the midst of brown was born� Like red poppies grown with corn.

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