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And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers
that blow, And sweeter far is death than life to me that long
III. It seemed so hard at first, mother, to leave the
blessed sun, And now it seems as hard to stay; and yet, His will
be done! But still I think it can't be long before I find re
lease; And that good man, the clergyman, has told me
words of peace.
O blessings on his kindly voice and on his silver
hair! And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet
me there! O blessings on his kindly heart and on his silver
head! A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside my
He taught me all the mercy, for he showed me all
the sin. Now, though my lamp was lighted late, there's One
will let me in : Nor would I now be well, mother, again, if that
could be, For my desire is but to pass to Him that died for
I did not hear the dog howl, mother, or the death
watch beat, There came a sweeter token when the night and
But sit beside my bed, mother, and put your hand
in mine, And Effie on the other side, and I will tell the sign.
All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels It was when the moon was setting, and the dark
was over all; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to
roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call
For lying broad awake I thought of you and Effie I saw you sitting in the house, and I no longer With all my strength I prayed for both, and so I
felt resigned, And up the valley came a swell of music on the
I thought that it was fancy, and I listened in my
bed, And then did something speak to me, I know not
what was said ; For great delight and shuddering took hold of all And up the valley came again the music on the
But you were sleeping; and I said, " It's not for
them; it's mine.' And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for
And once again it came, and close beside th
window-bars, Then seemed to go right up to heaven and die
among the stars.
So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. 1
know The blessed music went that way my soul will have And for myself, indeed, I care not if I
go to-day, But, Effie, you must comfort her when I am past
And say to Robin a kind word, and tell him not to
fret; There's many worthier than I would make him
happy yet If I had lived—I cannot tell—I might have been
his wife; But all these things have ceased to be, with my
desire of life.
O look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in
a glow; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them 1
know. And there I move no longer now, and there his
shineWild flowers in the valley for other hands than
O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this
day is done The voice that now is speaking nay be beyond the
Forever and forever with those just souls and true And what is life, that we should moan? why make
we such ado?
Forever and forever, all in a blessed home-
breastAnd the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary
are at rest.
I. “ COURAGE !” he said, and pointed toward the
land; “ This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.
A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke,
Stood sunset-flushed : and, dewed with showery
drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse.
The charmed sunset lingered low adown
IV. Branches they bore of that enchanted stem, Laden with flower and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whoso did receive of them, And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far, far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores ; and if his fellow spake, His voice was thin, as voices from the grave; And deep-asleep he seemed, yet all awake, And music in his ears his beating heart did make.
They sat them down upon the yellow sand,
“ Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.”