Bob-Thin Or the poorhouse fugitive: By W. J. Linton: Illustrated by T. Sibson-- W. B. Scott-- E. Duncan-- W. J. Linton |
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An organ thunder—the dim melody
Of many instruments—a rushing throng
Of men and voices—near a charmed song,
Solemn afar, even as the voice of God;—
And heaven is children-trod;—
Over the many hills the same bright tune
Singing to sun and moon;
High company upon the hills we had;
Were not we glad,
Leaping from crag to crag?
Of many instruments—a rushing throng
Of men and voices—near a charmed song,
Solemn afar, even as the voice of God;—
And heaven is children-trod;—
Over the many hills the same bright tune
Singing to sun and moon;
High company upon the hills we had;
Were not we glad,
Leaping from crag to crag?
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