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FLOWERS AND MUSIC IN A ROOM OF SICKNESS.
Once, when I look'd along the laughing earth,
Up the blue heavens, and through the middle air,
Joyfully ringing with the sky-lark's song,
I wept! and thought how sad for one so young
To bid farewell to so much happiness.
But Christ hath call'd me from this lower world.
Delightful though it be.
Wilson.
Apartment in an English Country-House.—Lilian reclining, as sleeping on a couch. Her Mother watching beside her. Her Sister enters with flowers.
Mother. Hush, lightly tread! still tranquilly she sleeps,
As, when a babe, I rock'd her on my heart.
