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SONG TO ISA.
“For while I sit with thee, I seem in Heaven.”—
Milton.
Milton.
Why should I mourn, or weep, or sigh,
For that Bright World to be,
Where all my tears shall be wiped dry—
When here on earth, before I die,
I see that Heaven in thee?
For that Bright World to be,
Where all my tears shall be wiped dry—
When here on earth, before I die,
I see that Heaven in thee?
If Heaven be here on earth with me,
Then I can never die;
Or, having died, as it may be,
I am to dwell, henceforth, with thee
In immortality.
Then I can never die;
Or, having died, as it may be,
I am to dwell, henceforth, with thee
In immortality.
Then let thy pensive head recline
Upon this peaceful breast;
For, being thus absorbed in thine,
My soul now seems in Heaven to shine
A saint among the blest.
Upon this peaceful breast;
For, being thus absorbed in thine,
My soul now seems in Heaven to shine
A saint among the blest.
Oaky Grove, Ga., Dec. 4th, 1844.
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