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A wreath of pansies and wild mountain flowers, 



Twined in his own dark locks, encircled, 



And then another of exalted mien 



Radiant with glory, they their pinions spread 



And cleft the glowing ether as they flew 



To greet her coming. 



There was pause ! 

 But now, hark ! hark upon the listening ear 

 The trump of Azarial, minister of death ! 

 From the grira tyrant of the world he comes 

 Bearing a spirit to her welcome home I 

 The portal *s past, while from that noble throng 

 Rise strains of melody, — they loudly sing 

 A joyous greeting to their sister ba^rd — 



Hail ! hail, sister spirit. 



Thou gifted one hail ! 

 Thou art come to inherit. 



From the earth's lonely vale, 

 Thy home in the heavens, — 



We have sought for thee long, 

 And we welcome thy coming. 



With music and song ; 

 From a world thou wert filling 



With poesy's power, 

 Bright virtue instilling 



We greet thee this hour ; 

 Then come, sister spirit ! 



Thou gifted one come, 

 Thy blest home inherit 



And join in our song. 



The golden pillars of the heavenly gates 

 Grew faint and colorless ; the dazzling light 

 Which late on mine entranced senses streamed 

 From cut its radiant portals, had grown dim, 

 As the soft music of the spirit's hail 

 In lonely cadence died upon mine ear. 

 Till all had faded into twilight gloom. 

 The vision past away, — and I but stood 

 Upon the summit of that mountain's brow 

 Intently gazing on a star-lit sky. 



J. BuRJUh'CTON. 

 VOL, vr. — 18.35. LL 



