 | [Poems by Duganne in] The floral gift, from nature and the heart |  |
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SPIRIT VISION.
In the lone and silent midnight,
When the stars are glancing out,
One by one, like holy beacons,
'Mid the darkened sky of doubt—
Then I feel within my spirit,
Breathings of a purer life—
Voices of an inward music,
Calming every thought of strife.
When the stars are glancing out,
One by one, like holy beacons,
'Mid the darkened sky of doubt—
Then I feel within my spirit,
Breathings of a purer life—
Voices of an inward music,
Calming every thought of strife.
Light breaks in upon my chamber,
Light that springeth not in earth—
Soft and sweet come many whispers—
Not in fancy have they birth—
And around me, mute and voiceless,
Forms of more than mortal light,
Move with footsteps soft and noiseless—
Fix on me their glances bright.
Light that springeth not in earth—
Soft and sweet come many whispers—
Not in fancy have they birth—
And around me, mute and voiceless,
Forms of more than mortal light,
Move with footsteps soft and noiseless—
Fix on me their glances bright.
Duganne.
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