This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 edition. Excerpt: ...trod, When birds fly fastest to the south, And fluttering parting souls to God. " All through a soft and sultry noon, She sat beneath a painted tree. At eve she sought her fevered bed, And moaned and tossed in misery. 105 " Through long, despairing days and nights I tended her; until, at last, She sank in ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 edition. Excerpt: ...trod, When birds fly fastest to the south, And fluttering parting souls to God. " All through a soft and sultry noon, She sat beneath a painted tree. At eve she sought her fevered bed, And moaned and tossed in misery. 105 " Through long, despairing days and nights I tended her; until, at last, She sank in slumber calm and deep. The leech declared the peril past. " Chiding my bosom's rapturous swell, I breathless watched her couch beside. She woke, and could not speak to me, But shrieked, and shrieked until she died. " How dreary then looked all the earth! My spirit's sun no longer shone. How terrified I shrank from Life, Nor dared to face it all alone! " But when I looked for Death, and prayed To find with him a safe retreat, His hands were full of fleshly pangs, And pointed to the judgment-seat. " And at the sight, I fled again, For refuge to God's altar flew, And only dared to ask His aid His holy will to bear and do. " Still let that will my fate decide; But if, upon my spirit thrown, I, by His grace, should ever bear Some faint reflection of His Son, " Most were His summons welcome then To mine eternal dwelling-place, That never earthly shadow more That priceless likeness might efface. " In memory of my Maud, I keep--True emblem of her peace and love--The nursling of her girlish hours, My beautiful and snowy dove. " Oft when it hovers down to me, Almost I deem 't is she doth come, All clad in shining purity, To greet me from her heavenly home; " And when, as erst by her 't was taught, It flies, with billing, cooing beak, Within my lips the juicy fruit, Or golden grain, it loves, to seek, " I half believe, with smiles and tears, In very doting childishness, That Maud her wonted playful kiss Once more upon these lips doth press." She ceased;...
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