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THE SALUTATION.
Angelic legions, full of love,
Like stars at midnight in the sky,
Gather around her from above,
With songs of immortality,
To hail her sister of the Seven,
Whose beauty is now lost in Heaven!
Like stars at midnight in the sky,
Gather around her from above,
With songs of immortality,
To hail her sister of the Seven,
Whose beauty is now lost in Heaven!
The great hierarchy on high,
Prostrate before the throne divine—
With songs of love that cannot die—
All, star-like, singing while they shine—
Now, rising her sweet lips to kiss,
Embrace her as they dance in bliss.
Prostrate before the throne divine—
With songs of love that cannot die—
All, star-like, singing while they shine—
Now, rising her sweet lips to kiss,
Embrace her as they dance in bliss.
Oaky Grove, Ga., Sept. 2d, 1844.
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