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SENT TO HEAVEN.
I had a Message to send her,
To her whom my soul loved best
But I had my task to finish,
And she was gone home to rest.
To her whom my soul loved best
But I had my task to finish,
And she was gone home to rest.
To rest in the far bright heaven
Oh, so far away from here,
It was vain to speak to my darling,
For I knew she could not hear!
Oh, so far away from here,
It was vain to speak to my darling,
For I knew she could not hear!
I had a message to send her,
So tender, and true, and sweet,
I longed for an Angel to bear it,
And lay it down at her feet.
So tender, and true, and sweet,
I longed for an Angel to bear it,
And lay it down at her feet.
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I placed it, one summer evening,
On a Cloudlet's fleecy breast;
But it faded in golden splendour,
And died in the crimson west.
On a Cloudlet's fleecy breast;
But it faded in golden splendour,
And died in the crimson west.
I gave it the Lark next morning,
And I watched it soar and soar;
But its pinions grew faint and weary,
And it fluttered to earth once more.
And I watched it soar and soar;
But its pinions grew faint and weary,
And it fluttered to earth once more.
To the heart of a Rose I told it;
And the perfume, sweet and rare,
Growing faint on the blue bright ether,
Was lost in the balmy air.
And the perfume, sweet and rare,
Growing faint on the blue bright ether,
Was lost in the balmy air.
I laid it upon a Censer,
And I saw the incense rise;
But its clouds of rolling silver
Could not reach the far blue skies.
And I saw the incense rise;
But its clouds of rolling silver
Could not reach the far blue skies.
I cried, in my passionate longing:—
“Has the Earth no Angel-friend
Who will carry my love the message
That my heart desires to send?”
“Has the Earth no Angel-friend
Who will carry my love the message
That my heart desires to send?”
Then I heard a strain of music,
So mighty, so pure, so clear,
That my very sorrow was silent,
And my heart stood still to hear.
So mighty, so pure, so clear,
That my very sorrow was silent,
And my heart stood still to hear.
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And I felt, in my soul's deep yearning,
At last the sure answer stir:—
“The music will go up to Heaven,
And carry my thought to her.”
At last the sure answer stir:—
“The music will go up to Heaven,
And carry my thought to her.”
It rose in harmonious rushing
Of mingled voices and strings,
And I tenderly laid my message
On the Music's outspread wings.
Of mingled voices and strings,
And I tenderly laid my message
On the Music's outspread wings.
I heard it float farther and farther,
In sound more perfect than speech;
Farther than sight can follow,
Farther than soul can reach.
In sound more perfect than speech;
Farther than sight can follow,
Farther than soul can reach.
And I know that at last my message
Has passed through the golden gate:
So my heart is no longer restless,
And I am content to wait.
Has passed through the golden gate:
So my heart is no longer restless,
And I am content to wait.
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