Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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ON BEING MUCH ALONE. |
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ON BEING MUCH ALONE.
'Tis ill to be alone, at least in ThoughtBe never thou so. Fancy that by Thee
A radiant Angel ever stands, that He
Is sent by Providence, to note down aught
Unworthy thought or done, when thou deem'st nought
Is by, to mark-Thus will an Angel be
Really close at thy side, tho' thou canst see
His Form not, and his Presence will be fraught
With Blessings, as if he were visible!
Thus thine own Thoughts grow to pure Angels here,
Thy best, thy Guardianangels! and quite near,
Yea! in thee, Heaven, with all its Joys may dwell!
Oh Wonder! yet familiar and as clear
As that each in himself doth bear the Spell!
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