 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE HUMAN VOICE DIVINE.
(TO SISSY W---NT---R IN HEAVEN.)
Fair sister, up in Heaven by God's high seat,
Part of the brightness of the angel band
That round the central glory singing stand,
Where souls that are most pure and perfect meet;
Part of the brightness of the angel band
That round the central glory singing stand,
Where souls that are most pure and perfect meet;
Thy voice is sweetest in that lovely land,
Glad music waits upon thy moving feet,
It echoes from the waving of thy hand,
And without thee that choir were not complete.
Glad music waits upon thy moving feet,
It echoes from the waving of thy hand,
And without thee that choir were not complete.
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When lights are low and darkness gathers fast,
While solemn searchings holy shadows cast,
Thou art a blessed portion still of mine;
While solemn searchings holy shadows cast,
Thou art a blessed portion still of mine;
And oft, if tender memories round me twine
Melodious tendrils of the undying past,
I hear from Heaven thy human voice divine.
Melodious tendrils of the undying past,
I hear from Heaven thy human voice divine.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |