ESTELLE.
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When naught but calm contentment reigns,
All earth-born sorrows o'er;
The soul's deep yearnings satisfied—
What could it ask for more?"
All earth-born sorrows o'er;
The soul's deep yearnings satisfied—
What could it ask for more?"
The singer ceased—the song was done—
It closed with that pure prayer;
And now a hallowed spell seems left
On this still evening air;
I catch a glimpse of stars, that gleam
In yon blue arch above;
And fancy them the lamps that light
Our Father's home of love.
It closed with that pure prayer;
And now a hallowed spell seems left
On this still evening air;
I catch a glimpse of stars, that gleam
In yon blue arch above;
And fancy them the lamps that light
Our Father's home of love.
ESTELLE.
We called her Estelle, and her name means a star—
Her beauty and brightness not death's touch could mar,—
She passed from our sight, like some fair orb of even—
But with lustre undimmed, still our star shines in heaven.
Her beauty and brightness not death's touch could mar,—
She passed from our sight, like some fair orb of even—
But with lustre undimmed, still our star shines in heaven.
