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ON THE CONVERSION OF A SISTER.
'Tis the voice of my sister at home,
Resigned to the treasure above,
Inviting the strangers to come
And feast at the banquet of love.
Resigned to the treasure above,
Inviting the strangers to come
And feast at the banquet of love.
'Tis a spirit cut loose form its chains,
'Tis the voice of a culprit forgiven,
Restored from a prison of pains
With the sound of a concert from Heaven.
'Tis the voice of a culprit forgiven,
Restored from a prison of pains
With the sound of a concert from Heaven.
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'Tis a beam from the regions of light,
A torch of beatific fire,
A spirit exulting for flight,
With a strong and impatient desire.
A torch of beatific fire,
A spirit exulting for flight,
With a strong and impatient desire.
'Tis a drop from the ocean of love,
A foretaste of pleasure to come,
Distill'd from the fountain above,
The joy which awaits her at home.
A foretaste of pleasure to come,
Distill'd from the fountain above,
The joy which awaits her at home.
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