...realizations of its own divine power. " The blessed damosel " has been dead scarce a day, and — " The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still...them she left, her day Had counted as ten years." She sees and hears the angehe choirs ; but how far away is the light, the music, from her soul ! "...

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...along her back Was yellow like ripe corn. Hcrseemed she scaree had been a day One of God's choristers ; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still...to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years. It was the rampart of God's house That she was standing on ; By God built over the sheer depth The...

...realizations of its own divine power. " The blessed damosel " has been dead scarce a day, and — " The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still...Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as ten yean." She sees and hears the angelic choirs ; but how far away is the light, the music, from her soul...

...her back Was yellow like ripe corn. Hersceraed she scarco had been a day One of God's choristers ; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still...; Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as teu years. (To one, it is ten years of years. . . . Yet now, and in this place, Surely she leaned o'er...

...not yet quite gone From that ptill look of hers ; Albeit, to them she left, her day Had countc-l an ten years. (To one, it is ten years of years. . . . Yet now, and in this place, Surely she lenned o'er me— her hair Fell all ahout my face. . . . Nothing: the autumn fall of leaves. 'Ihe whole...

...her back Was yellow like ripe corn. Her seemed she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers ; worthy of the name ; Or noble " Elgin" beets the heavenward flame, The sweetest far of Sco lier day Had counted as ten years. It was the rampart of God's house That she was standing on ; By...

...blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of heaven," — and reconnoitred from behind the blinds. " The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers," when an armed man and a legged dog appeared in the opening. I was vigilantly watching him. " And now...

...her back Was yellow like ripe corn. Her seemed she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers ; , Or nobly die, the second glorious part, (The patriot's God peculiarly thou art, His friend, insp It was the rampart of God's house That she was standing on ; By God built over the sheer depth The...

...blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of heaven," — and reconnoitred from behind the blinds. " The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers," when an armed man and a legged dog appeared in the opening. I was vigilantly watching him. " And now...