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To heavenly harps was given
The strain which bade her welcome to the shore
Where the freed soul can taste of death no more.
The strain which bade her welcome to the shore
Where the freed soul can taste of death no more.
THE WORSHIP OF CHILDHOOD.
THE SPONTANEOUS TRIBUTE OF A CHILD OF FOUR YEARS.
Morn broke in beauty on the eye, and tinged a glorious scene,
The broad o'erarching dome of heaven and fields of verdant green.
The smile of God was on His work, the beautiful and bright,
And earth gave back its radiant glow, as woke morn's dawning light.
The broad o'erarching dome of heaven and fields of verdant green.
The smile of God was on His work, the beautiful and bright,
And earth gave back its radiant glow, as woke morn's dawning light.
Nature in matchless beauty bowed before her Maker's shrine,
And, vocal with her myriad tones, adored His hand divine.
His love lit up her sunny brow, and woke her kindling smile,
And to her breath its perfume gave, man's spirit to beguile.
And, vocal with her myriad tones, adored His hand divine.
His love lit up her sunny brow, and woke her kindling smile,
And to her breath its perfume gave, man's spirit to beguile.
