A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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" Come and fear not I " it eoAly eried;
"We wait to lead thee to thy home:"
Then leapt my ~irit to reply,
"I come I I long to come I"

I heard them whiaper o'er my bed,-
" Anuther hour and ahe muat diel"
I waa too weak to anawer them,
Tba.t eu.dleae life waa nigh.

Another hour, with bitter teare
'They mourn'd me aa untimely dead,
And heard not how I eang a aong
Of tl'iumph o'er their head.

They bore me to the grave, and thought
Hoy Jl&TrOY waa my resting-place ;
My aoul waa roving high and wide
At will t.hr®gh bOundless ap~.

They clothed themselves in robes of black,
Through the sad aialea the ftquiem l'IUlg,
Meanwhile the white-robed choirs or heaven
A holy pll8&ll8&1lg.

Oft from my Paradise I come
T o viait thoae I love on earth;
I enter, unl;"lrceived, the door;
Theyatt aroiUid the hearth,

And talk in aadden'd tones of me,
Aa one thAt never ClU1 return;
Row little think they that I atan\f
Among them as they mour.o.!

But Time will ease their grie~ and Death
Will purge the darkness from their eyes;
Then shall they triumph when they lejU1l
Heaven's eolemn mysteries. ANoN.

laat.tt;• af * :Jngt!•.
Wm the,houre ol· Day are numbe:r'd,
.And tbe voioee of the Night
Wake the beH.er aoul, that alumbevd,
To a holy, calm delight;
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