  One pleasant day in June a little thrush Lit on a bough close by my window pane, And as the streams from living fountains gush, Poured forth its sweetest strain. My heart then felt released from every care, And seemed to rise toward Heaven’s enchanted zone, When soon the music ceased, and looking there, I saw the bird had flown. And then the thought came to me of the one Who left me when so youthful and so fair, Who in the light of Heaven’s unsetting sun Lives with the angels there. I little thought, ere those sweet smiles were gone, That she so soon must heed the angel’s call; But all the way He led her safely on Who marks the sparrow’s fall. And some day, when life’s billows cease to roar, And here no more my weary feet shall roam, Our souls shall be conjoined forevermore In Heaven’s eternal home. |
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