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MY ANGEL.
And her voice was sweet as music,
"I am happy—I am blest."
"I am happy—I am blest."
"Do you know how lonely-hearted
I have been each weary day,
Praying that each passing hour
Would bear my life away,
That we might be united
Upon that distant shore?"
I have been each weary day,
Praying that each passing hour
Would bear my life away,
That we might be united
Upon that distant shore?"
"Laurence, we are not parted,
I am with you evermore."
I am with you evermore."
"I cannot see you, darling,
Your face I cannot see."
Your face I cannot see."
"Can you see the moon's white fingers,
That leads the pleading sea?
Can you see the fragrance lingering
Where summer roses be?
The soft winds tender clasping,
The close-enwrapping air
Enfolding you—Oh, Laurence,
I am with you everywhere."
That leads the pleading sea?
Can you see the fragrance lingering
Where summer roses be?
The soft winds tender clasping,
The close-enwrapping air
Enfolding you—Oh, Laurence,
I am with you everywhere."
Then while her face grew brighter
As with a heavenly glow,
As with a heavenly glow,
