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Then let the mind speed on! Nor earth nor time
May limit its expansion! Higher bliss
Awaits our onward being; the sublime
Is in the moral nature: not in this
Low scene of earth the soul spreads full her wings;
Yet to this life some taste of heaven she brings.
May limit its expansion! Higher bliss
Awaits our onward being; the sublime
Is in the moral nature: not in this
Low scene of earth the soul spreads full her wings;
Yet to this life some taste of heaven she brings.
ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF MY DEAR FRIEND MISS SARAH McGinnis.
Thou art gone to the grave, no more I behold thee;
Tears flow, but they give no relief to the heart;
In friendship's fond clasp thou no more canst enfold me:
I dream'd not we thus would be call'd on to part.
Tears flow, but they give no relief to the heart;
In friendship's fond clasp thou no more canst enfold me:
I dream'd not we thus would be call'd on to part.
Oh, could I have seen thee once more,—though when dying!
Have heard thy farewell! always spoken in love.
Oh Death! in that moment thy hand was destroying
A tie to me dearer than many will prove.
Have heard thy farewell! always spoken in love.
Oh Death! in that moment thy hand was destroying
A tie to me dearer than many will prove.
Our friendship was faithful; no sad recollection
From childhood, but ever unchangeably true;
A friend who retain'd her own tender affection,
And yet could admonish with faithfulness too.
From childhood, but ever unchangeably true;
A friend who retain'd her own tender affection,
And yet could admonish with faithfulness too.
Thy pathway was brighten'd by faith in thy Saviour,
Thy love purely blest all around thee on earth;
Thou now art receiv'd at his right hand with favour;
O may I be like thee in bliss and in worth!
Thy love purely blest all around thee on earth;
Thou now art receiv'd at his right hand with favour;
O may I be like thee in bliss and in worth!
