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NORAH AND THE ANGELS.
On her pillow she lay dreaming,
In a slumber, death-like seeming;
When above her head were heard,
Wings like those of gentlest bird.
Two bright watchers hovered there;
Thus their voices stirred the air.

first voice.

Sister, ere the break of day,
Let us bear her hence away.
In her soul Heaven's light is dawning,
And she needs no note of warning.

second voice.

Nay, sweet sister—nay, not now—
(Then she kissed the sleeper's brow),
Let her linger, still to bless
Hearts that mourn in bitterness.

first voice.

Tears already she has dried;
In a channel deep and wide,