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SONG OF THE HEART.
They may tell forever of worlds of bloom
Beyond the skies and beyond the tomb;
Of the sweet repose, and the rapture there,
That are not found in a world of care;
But not to me can the present seem
Like a foolish tale or an idle dream.
Beyond the skies and beyond the tomb;
Of the sweet repose, and the rapture there,
That are not found in a world of care;
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Like a foolish tale or an idle dream.
Oh, I know that the bowers of heaven are fair,
And I know that the waters of life are there;
But I do not long for their happy flow,
While there bursts such fountains of bliss below;
And I would not leave, for the rest above,
The faithful bosom of trusting love!
And I know that the waters of life are there;
But I do not long for their happy flow,
While there bursts such fountains of bliss below;
And I would not leave, for the rest above,
The faithful bosom of trusting love!
There are angels here; they are seen the while
In each love-lit brow and each gentle smile;
There are seraph voices, that meet the ear
In a kindly tone and the word of cheer;
And light, such light as they have above,
Beams on us here, from the eyes of love.
In each love-lit brow and each gentle smile;
There are seraph voices, that meet the ear
In a kindly tone and the word of cheer;
And light, such light as they have above,
Beams on us here, from the eyes of love.
Yet, when it cometh my time to die,
I would turn from this wild world willingly;
Though, even then, would the thoughts of this
Tinge every dream of that land of bliss;
And I fain would lean on the loved for aid,
Nor walk alone through the vale and shade.
I would turn from this wild world willingly;
Though, even then, would the thoughts of this
Tinge every dream of that land of bliss;
And I fain would lean on the loved for aid,
Nor walk alone through the vale and shade.
And if 't is mine, till life's changes end,
To keep the heart of one faithful friend,
Whatever the trials of earth may be,—
On the peaceful shore, or the restless sea,
In a palace home, or the wilderness,—
There is heaven for me in a world like this!
To keep the heart of one faithful friend,
Whatever the trials of earth may be,—
On the peaceful shore, or the restless sea,
In a palace home, or the wilderness,—
There is heaven for me in a world like this!
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