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LINES.
Wilt thou come hither, gentlest fair,
And lift thy soft blue eyes to mine?
The quiet smile that gleameth there,
Wells upward from the fountain, where
All fresh young fancies shine.
And lift thy soft blue eyes to mine?
The quiet smile that gleameth there,
Wells upward from the fountain, where
All fresh young fancies shine.
The fountain of unsullied light,
Which sparkles in each human soul,
Ere Passion's pestilential blight
Falls with the blackness of the night,
Where those sweet waters roll.
Which sparkles in each human soul,
Ere Passion's pestilential blight
Falls with the blackness of the night,
Where those sweet waters roll.
With what a calm regardfulness,
Thy tender eyes do watch my own,
No shadowy portend of distress,
Cometh to make their joyance less,
Soon to be overblown.
Thy tender eyes do watch my own,
No shadowy portend of distress,
Cometh to make their joyance less,
Soon to be overblown.
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Better those delicate limbs should sleep
Beneath the emerald burial sod,
Ere wo hath taught thine eyes to weep—
If thus the heart secures the deep
Eternal peace of God.
Beneath the emerald burial sod,
Ere wo hath taught thine eyes to weep—
If thus the heart secures the deep
Eternal peace of God.
Mournfullest of the mournful things,
That raise our sighs, and move our tears,
Is innocence, that earthward brings
The semblance of angelic wings,
To drop like leaves in Autumn years.
That raise our sighs, and move our tears,
Is innocence, that earthward brings
The semblance of angelic wings,
To drop like leaves in Autumn years.
Then Father! summon to the blest
Embracement of thy love in Heaven,
This meek soul, ere the world's unrest,
And passionate sins do stand confest,
So broadly, they be scarce forgiven.
Embracement of thy love in Heaven,
This meek soul, ere the world's unrest,
And passionate sins do stand confest,
So broadly, they be scarce forgiven.
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