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POEMS.
Warning now, then chiding, cheering,
With a song of pleasant land,
Where the careworn brow and furrowed
Is by heavenly zephyrs fanned:
O! bid welcome these dear Voices,
For from lips of Love they come;
In the soul they make sweet music,
When all human tongues are dumb.
Only listen!
With a song of pleasant land,
Where the careworn brow and furrowed
Is by heavenly zephyrs fanned:
O! bid welcome these dear Voices,
For from lips of Love they come;
In the soul they make sweet music,
When all human tongues are dumb.
Only listen!
Many-toned these inward Voices—
Ever pleading for the right;
Only listen, they will teach thee
How the burden is made light:
When each earthly passion slumbers,
O'er the spirit gently steal
These soft chimes, whose soothing numbers
Come like balm, heart-wounds to heal.
Only listen!
Ever pleading for the right;
Only listen, they will teach thee
How the burden is made light:
When each earthly passion slumbers,
O'er the spirit gently steal
These soft chimes, whose soothing numbers
Come like balm, heart-wounds to heal.
Only listen!
