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ESTELLE.
143
When naught but calm contentment reigns,
All earth-born sorrows o'er;
The soul's deep yearnings satisfied—
What could it ask for more?"

The singer ceased—the song was done—
It closed with that pure prayer;
And now a hallowed spell seems left
On this still evening air;
I catch a glimpse of stars, that gleam
In yon blue arch above;
And fancy them the lamps that light
Our Father's home of love.




ESTELLE.
We called her Estelle, and her name means a star—
Her beauty and brightness not death's touch could mar,—
She passed from our sight, like some fair orb of even—
But with lustre undimmed, still our star shines in heaven.