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TO JANE.
There is a world of bluer skies,
And lovelier light than this of ours,
Where higher, holier mountains rise,
And valleys bloom with fairer flowers:
And lovelier light than this of ours,
Where higher, holier mountains rise,
And valleys bloom with fairer flowers:
Where streams of liquid crystal flow,
And forests wave with odors teeming,
And all around, above, below,
In Heaven's prismatic light is gleaming.
And forests wave with odors teeming,
And all around, above, below,
In Heaven's prismatic light is gleaming.
And airy messengers have sought
These rosy realms of fancy through,
And fairest fruits and flowers have brought,
To form an amulet for you.
These rosy realms of fancy through,
And fairest fruits and flowers have brought,
To form an amulet for you.
And friendship's hand and love's soft fingers
Of these have wreathed a mystic token;
And, oh the chain that round it lingers—
While life remains, be that unbroken!
Of these have wreathed a mystic token;
And, oh the chain that round it lingers—
While life remains, be that unbroken!
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