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FANNY FORESTER.
A thousand sweet ties bind her here,—
O friend! thy fears are vain!
The blessed angels will not break
So soon this golden chain;
And God, our God, who loveth her,
Shall breathe on her again!
A thousand sweet ties bind her here,—
O friend! thy fears are vain!
The blessed angels will not break
So soon this golden chain;
And God, our God, who loveth her,
Shall breathe on her again!
The languor of her step shall yet
With winter snows depart;
Her feet shall spring o'er carpets wrought
By Flora's loving art,
And keep time to the joyous beat
Of her exulting heart!
With winter snows depart;
Her feet shall spring o'er carpets wrought
By Flora's loving art,
And keep time to the joyous beat
Of her exulting heart!
Spring flowers,—they must, to one like her,
Bring life in their perfume;
Bring life in their perfume;
