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POEMS.
While wafted on the perfumed air,
Come songs of praise, and humble prayer—
Thus oft in earth's blooming summer bowers,
Is fragrance borne from the drooping flowers.
Come songs of praise, and humble prayer—
Thus oft in earth's blooming summer bowers,
Is fragrance borne from the drooping flowers.
Bright stars, like the eyes of angels,
Look down from the azure sky;
Long silent lops once more unclose
To say that the dead are nigh.
Look down from the azure sky;
Long silent lops once more unclose
To say that the dead are nigh.
Hush! 'tis a holy, hallowed hour,
The sad heart owns its soothing power;
Faith's eye beholds heaven's shining wall,
And Faith's ear hears—"There's room for all."
The sad heart owns its soothing power;
Faith's eye beholds heaven's shining wall,
And Faith's ear hears—"There's room for all."
Hark! to the silver bells that chime,
The music of that far-off clime;
While the soul looks forth from its calm retreat,
And smiles as it sees the two worlds meet.
The music of that far-off clime;
While the soul looks forth from its calm retreat,
And smiles as it sees the two worlds meet.
