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TO ONE IN PARADISE
I.
Oh! return, love! return from that dark lonely Dwelling,The sad silent grave where thy beauty is laid!
To the heart that is mourning—the bosom now swelling
To pillow thy form lying low with the dead!
Thy beautiful form lying low with the dead!
II.
Oh! return, that mine eyes, which are red now with weeping,May behold thy dear presence once Heaven to me!
And restore the dead Joys that are silently sleeping
Beneath the damp sod in that cold grave with thee!
The cold clammy sod in that dark grave with thee!
III.
Though they say that from death there can be no returning,Oh! break the stern bars that confine thee beneath!
And recall the bright soul that in Heaven is burning
To light back thy form from the Valley of Death!
Thy beautiful form from the Valley of Death!
IV.
Oh! return like the Star that in Heaven is shining—Return to illumine this life's dim abode!
And restore the dark soul that is silently pining
To meet thee again in the bosom of God!
With thy beautiful Christ in the bosom of God!
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