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POEMS.
IDA IN HEAVEN.
Oft thy beauteous saintlike face
Shines o'er my lonely way,—
O'erwhelms my soul while I trace
Thee a spirit in Heaven to-day.
And while I thus enraptured gaze
On thy lovely face, I'm weeping,—
Remember'd days, and thy loving ways,
While thou in death art sleeping.
On thy lovely face, I'm weeping,—
Remember'd days, and thy loving ways,
While thou in death art sleeping.
In fancy oft I see thee yet:
Ever thy sparkling eye of blue
Reflecting light and love upon
The friends whom once thee knew.
Ever thy sparkling eye of blue
Reflecting light and love upon
The friends whom once thee knew.
And oft in fancy now I paint
Thy many acts of love;
Thy angelic life without restraint
Was meant for Heaven above.
Thy many acts of love;
Thy angelic life without restraint
Was meant for Heaven above.
Now thou hast joined the angel band,
Though friends on earth are grieving;
With crown on brow and harp in hand,
Thy reward in Heaven receiving.
Though friends on earth are grieving;
With crown on brow and harp in hand,
Thy reward in Heaven receiving.
