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15.

 

HYMN

 

            SEE how the blessed angels light the silver lamps on high,

            And draw the purple curtains close o’er all the silent sky;

            Hark, how the evening wind awakes, and round the shore it sings,

            And creeps among the creviced rocks, with soft low murmurings, ––

            O what if it should be the breath of angels’ waving wings?

 

            The drowsy mists are creeping o’er the bosom of the sea,

            And the sleepy surges ripple on in sweet tranquility;

            And from her purple tent on high, where daylight scarce hath died,

            Comes slowly forth the gracious moon, like some fair eastern bride,

            And lightens with her brilliant eyes, the dark and dreamy tide.

 

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            LORD! let no harm this night approach, Thy children to molest,

            But let Thine holy angels lull us in their arms to rest,

            And let them watch around our beds, through all the quiet night,

            And shield us with their unseen wings, till darkness melts to light!

 

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