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THE INVOCATION.
“Assist me: I will thank you in the grave!”
Young.
Young.
Tell me, ye stars of light!
Whose twinkling is your roll;
Whose beams are rained to-night
In silence on my soul;
Tell me, ye heavenly band!
In all that world above,
Know ye not some bright land,
Where love replies to love?
Where one true heart may there another find,
Wedded in love—where mind is linked to mind?
Whose twinkling is your roll;
Whose beams are rained to-night
In silence on my soul;
Tell me, ye heavenly band!
In all that world above,
Know ye not some bright land,
Where love replies to love?
Where one true heart may there another find,
Wedded in love—where mind is linked to mind?
Tell me, ye winds! which are
The breath of God on high!
Have ye not passed some where,
Where man can never die?
Tell me if there is not
Some place where ye have been,
Where all is love—some spot
In which there is no sin?
Where man lies not, nor sland'reth he his friend,
But of whose friendship there shall be no end?
The breath of God on high!
Have ye not passed some where,
Where man can never die?
Tell me if there is not
Some place where ye have been,
Where all is love—some spot
In which there is no sin?
Where man lies not, nor sland'reth he his friend,
But of whose friendship there shall be no end?
Tell me, ye souls set free!
For mine will soon be so—
Who mourned on earth, like me,
To know what ye now know;
Whose spiritual bodies dwell
Undying there—Oh! hear!
And what ye know now tell
To him who would be there!
And what on earth had been most joy to thee
To know, now ye are there, oh! tell to me!—
For mine will soon be so—
Who mourned on earth, like me,
To know what ye now know;
Whose spiritual bodies dwell
Undying there—Oh! hear!
And what ye know now tell
To him who would be there!
And what on earth had been most joy to thee
To know, now ye are there, oh! tell to me!—
A voice as soft as love
Whispered at calm of even,
Like noon-notes from the dove—
Comes down to me from Heaven!
It is my mother's voice
I have not heard for years!
It makes my heart rejoice,
And fills mine eyes with tears!
Oh! after long, long, trying years of pain,
She comes back to me in this world again!
Whispered at calm of even,
Like noon-notes from the dove—
Comes down to me from Heaven!
It is my mother's voice
I have not heard for years!
It makes my heart rejoice,
And fills mine eyes with tears!
Oh! after long, long, trying years of pain,
She comes back to me in this world again!
Her soul embraces mine,
With lips of heavenly love!
Her breath is breath divine—
It tells of Heaven above!
Oh! as she loved me here,
So will she love me there—
In that bright, glorious sphere,
Where all the Angels are!
And as she freed me here on earth from pain,
So will she comfort me in Heaven again!
With lips of heavenly love!
Her breath is breath divine—
It tells of Heaven above!
Oh! as she loved me here,
So will she love me there—
In that bright, glorious sphere,
Where all the Angels are!
And as she freed me here on earth from pain,
So will she comfort me in Heaven again!
Middletown, Conn., July 9th, 1339.
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