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SPIRITS AND ANGELS.
Lonely musing in the twilight,
When the lengthening shadows fall,
Spirits bright and holy Angels
Come obedient to my call:
Lost and loved ones gone before me,
Phantoms fair from memory won,
Seem to flit before my Fancy,
Midway to the setting sun.
When the lengthening shadows fall,
Spirits bright and holy Angels
Come obedient to my call:
Lost and loved ones gone before me,
Phantoms fair from memory won,
Seem to flit before my Fancy,
Midway to the setting sun.
I can see them, robed in Beauty,
Some rejoicing, some forlorn,
Friendly all, and sent to guide me
Out of Darkness into Morn.
On the chimes I hear their voices
Whispering solace from the skies.
Holy Angels, hover near me!
Fit my soul for Paradise!
Some rejoicing, some forlorn,
Friendly all, and sent to guide me
Out of Darkness into Morn.
On the chimes I hear their voices
Whispering solace from the skies.
Holy Angels, hover near me!
Fit my soul for Paradise!
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