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TO J. C. D.
When the earnest stars were looking from their silent homes above,
There hath breathed a whisper round us, and that single word was love!
There hath breathed a whisper round us, and that single word was love!
There hath been an angel with us; 'neath the darkly-shining tree,—
We have heard the sound of pinions rustling round us joyfully;
Heard them in the voice of waters—heard them in the thrilling song
Of the wild bird on the mountain;—may it linger with us long!
We have heard the sound of pinions rustling round us joyfully;
Heard them in the voice of waters—heard them in the thrilling song
Of the wild bird on the mountain;—may it linger with us long!
May it hover round us ever! leading to that only shrine;
Through a world of sin and sorrow, we have need of light divine,
Aiding every first endeavor—making e'en affliction dear,
May we feel that earth is hallowed!—there hath been an angel here!
Through a world of sin and sorrow, we have need of light divine,
Aiding every first endeavor—making e'en affliction dear,
May we feel that earth is hallowed!—there hath been an angel here!
