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SONG TO ISA IN HEAVEN.
“Fit love for Gods.”—
Milton.
Milton.
Fair as the white Swan of the Nile,
Was thy pure neck of snow;
Like cloudless morning thy sweet smile—
Thy cheeks two roses, all the while
Beginning still to blow.
Was thy pure neck of snow;
Like cloudless morning thy sweet smile—
Thy cheeks two roses, all the while
Beginning still to blow.
Thou wert as lovely as the hind—
As pleasant as the roe;
Thy beauty most was of the mind—
To wisdom thou wert more inclined
Than any one I know.
As pleasant as the roe;
Thy beauty most was of the mind—
To wisdom thou wert more inclined
Than any one I know.
For thy sweet beauty was to me,
In this dark world below,
Like some bright star above the sea
To some lone ship—for, without thee,
I knew not where to go.
In this dark world below,
Like some bright star above the sea
To some lone ship—for, without thee,
I knew not where to go.
But thou art now in Heaven above,
A saint among the blest;
The same celestial, snow-white Dove,
That thou on earth didst ever prove
To this fond, aching breast!
A saint among the blest;
The same celestial, snow-white Dove,
That thou on earth didst ever prove
To this fond, aching breast!
Oaky Grove, Ga., Nov 1st, 1844.
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