Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/The Song of a Seraph
THE SONG OF A SERAPH.
"Hark! they whisper, angels say,POPE."Sister spirit! come away!"
Lo! the dream of life is o'er;Pain the Christian's lot no more!Kindred spirit! rise with me,Thine the meed of victory.
Now the angel-songs I hear,Dying softly on the ear;Spirit, rise! to thee is given,The light ethereal wing of heaven.
Now no more shall virtue faint,Happy spirit of the saint;Thine the halo of the skies,Thine the seraph's paradise.