 | [Lilie sleeps, in] The angel visitor ; or, the voices of the heart |  |
To melt away together from our view;
But not unheeded will they disappear,
For tender memory, with feeling true,
Will hold them in affection ever near.
But not unheeded will they disappear,
For tender memory, with feeling true,
Will hold them in affection ever near.
| [Lilie sleeps, in] The angel visitor ; or, the voices of the heart | |