A VISION.
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Who, who is this visitant? softly she sighed,
Then paused, yet no lips to her question replied,
But the veil gently lifted, revealing to view
Her own radiant form, while a voice she well knew—
Then paused, yet no lips to her question replied,
But the veil gently lifted, revealing to view
Her own radiant form, while a voice she well knew—
Said—This crown is heaven's guerdon, the conqueror's sign,
On the brow of the faithful till death it shall shine;
Still, still uncomplaining thy daily cross bear,
Through that if thou conquer this crown thou shalt wear!
On the brow of the faithful till death it shall shine;
Still, still uncomplaining thy daily cross bear,
Through that if thou conquer this crown thou shalt wear!
Like a white lily bending, so holy and meek,
The dew on its petals, heaven's breath on its cheek;
The sleeper awoke, to her soul had been given
A glimpse of their rapture who waken in heaven.
The dew on its petals, heaven's breath on its cheek;
The sleeper awoke, to her soul had been given
A glimpse of their rapture who waken in heaven.
