Glimpses of the Spirit-Land; Addresses, Sonnets, and Other Poems

Glimpses of the Spirit-Land; Addresses, Sonnets, and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ...hour; The burdened soul shall own its healing power; And" when the angels beckon from the sky, Its beams alone can cheer the closing eye. By this conquer. 1855 ALL ARE HERE. THE flowers have come, the grass creeps up the hills, And paints the valleys with their living green 5 While dawning day each opening blossom fills With sacred dew that night has wept unseen. The maiden to her garden goes this morn, And finds the buds that bloom in sweet surprise; EPITAPH. Lo here, where once her bordered plot was shorn, Her well-remembered plants in beauty rise. Now all are here, though some on withered stems Did lowly bow their drooping heads and die; How meekly now they wear their diadems And greet the sunlight with rejoicing eye! And as she names the blossoms as they ope, And spread their new-born beauty to her eyes, She hears the voices of the angel, Hope, And thinks of those transplanted in the skies. 1854 EPITAPH. THE body is the House In which we live, Which to the Earth, in Death We freely give. And death is but the Gate Of Destiny, A Triumph-Arch, through which Our Heaven we see. Most precious Dust, O Earth! Is this we yield, That 'neath thy grass and flowers Thy love may shield. And while in Temples fair Our hopes find rest, We'll write our Faith in flowers Upon his breast. As while the rain-drops fall The bow appears, The Pearly Gates are seen Through falling tears. 1849. LINES. T LOVED thee, like a timid fawn That nestled on my breast, Which sought its shelter from the storm, From tumult and unrest; Thou hadst no thought I did not know--For none thou hidd'st from me, And not a thought within me rose, I could not speak to thee. And yet we seldom spoke our love, Unless the eyes can speak; Those dewy orbs of mellow light, That glistened on thy...
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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236625218
  • 9781236625212