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LINES INSCRIBED TO MRS. E. P.
Sacred chords, ah, who can fathom,
Who can tell the depth of bliss
Planted in the human bosom?—
Speak who can, and tell me this.
Who can tell the depth of bliss
Planted in the human bosom?—
Speak who can, and tell me this.
Gentle lady, precious flowers
That are blooming round your heart,
Guide them to those heavenly bowers,
Teach them well to act their part;
When you tell the evening story,
How the Saviour them will bless,
If you sing His praise and glory,
He will surely them caress.
That are blooming round your heart,
Guide them to those heavenly bowers,
Teach them well to act their part;
When you tell the evening story,
How the Saviour them will bless,
If you sing His praise and glory,
He will surely them caress.
Gentle lady, may sweet slumbers,
Soothe your angel form to-night,
Blessings, in harmonious numbers,
Greet you with the morning light;
Light of hope and beauty blended,
Light of joy and pleasure, too,—
Melody has never ended,
Since my ear first bowed to you.
Soothe your angel form to-night,
Blessings, in harmonious numbers,
Greet you with the morning light;
Light of hope and beauty blended,
Light of joy and pleasure, too,—
Melody has never ended,
Since my ear first bowed to you.
