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ASTARTE'S SONG TO ENDYMION. |
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ASTARTE'S SONG TO ENDYMION.
Come to thy Home in the Heavens above—
To the Flowery Land of the peaceful love—
To the Goshen-Isles where there is no night—
To the Golden Groves of the pure delight;
For the Angels shall strew thy path with flowers,
And carry thee up through the Amaranth Bowers!
Then come, oh! quickly come!
And rejoice in thy heavenly Home!
To the Flowery Land of the peaceful love—
To the Goshen-Isles where there is no night—
To the Golden Groves of the pure delight;
For the Angels shall strew thy path with flowers,
And carry thee up through the Amaranth Bowers!
Then come, oh! quickly come!
And rejoice in thy heavenly Home!
Come through the Valley of Death's dark shade,
All under the graves of the early dead!
Fording that Beautiful River whose flow
Is softer than sleep in the Vale below;
For the night that falls on thy weary way,
Is the Night that leads to Eternal Day!
Then come, oh! quickly come!
And rejoice in thy heavenly Home!
All under the graves of the early dead!
Fording that Beautiful River whose flow
Is softer than sleep in the Vale below;
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Is the Night that leads to Eternal Day!
Then come, oh! quickly come!
And rejoice in thy heavenly Home!
Come where the sorrows of Earth shall cease,
Where the Valley lies of Eternal Peace—
Watered by streams that are full of song,
Singing of God as they flow along—
Whose banks are as green with Eternal Spring
As the Bowers of Bliss where the Angels sing!
Then come, oh! quickly come!
And rejoice in thy heavenly Home!
Where the Valley lies of Eternal Peace—
Watered by streams that are full of song,
Singing of God as they flow along—
Whose banks are as green with Eternal Spring
As the Bowers of Bliss where the Angels sing!
Then come, oh! quickly come!
And rejoice in thy heavenly Home!
Come where thy tears shall be all wiped dry
By the hands of God—never more to die!
Where the songs of Angels shall never cease,
In that Beautiful Land of Eternal Peace—
To the Bowers of Bliss, where the friends of youth
All renew their vows of eternal truth!
Then come—oh! quickly come!
And see God in thy heavenly Home!
By the hands of God—never more to die!
Where the songs of Angels shall never cease,
In that Beautiful Land of Eternal Peace—
To the Bowers of Bliss, where the friends of youth
All renew their vows of eternal truth!
Then come—oh! quickly come!
And see God in thy heavenly Home!
Come to Astarte, who loves thee best,
And recline once more on her peaceful breast—
Wandering alone through the flowery Meads,
In the silver Vales of the sighing Reeds,
By the Living Streams, in the Violet Skies—
And re-sun thy soul in her beautiful eyes!
Now come! oh! quickly come!
And rejoice in thy heavenly Home!
And recline once more on her peaceful breast—
Wandering alone through the flowery Meads,
In the silver Vales of the sighing Reeds,
By the Living Streams, in the Violet Skies—
And re-sun thy soul in her beautiful eyes!
Now come! oh! quickly come!
And rejoice in thy heavenly Home!
Villa Allegra, Ga., May 5, 1836.
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