POEMS.
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VISIONS OF THE HEART.(Song)
There's a vision in my heart
Of a brightly-smiling spot—
A lowly home of peace,
By care remembered not;
There's a memory of scorn
For that spring-time sweet of life,
And a bitter yearning then
For the world's wild scenes of strife.
Of a brightly-smiling spot—
A lowly home of peace,
By care remembered not;
There's a memory of scorn
For that spring-time sweet of life,
And a bitter yearning then
For the world's wild scenes of strife.
There's a scene before me now
Of heavenly delight—
A ray, 'mid gathering gloom,
Of pure undying light;
'Tis but that cottage-home,
Whose peace now seems to tell
From me 'tis gone for aye,
And whispers, "Fare thee well!"
R. A.
Of heavenly delight—
A ray, 'mid gathering gloom,
Of pure undying light;
'Tis but that cottage-home,
Whose peace now seems to tell
From me 'tis gone for aye,
And whispers, "Fare thee well!"
R. A.
