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The Parting Soul And Her Guardian Angel.

    By Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon



(Written during sickness).

    Soul -
        Oh! say must I leave this world of light
        With its sparkling streams and sunshine bright,
        Its budding flowers, its glorious sky?
        Vain 'tis to ask me - I cannot die!

    Angel -
        But, sister, list! in the realms above,
        That happy home of eternal love,
        Are flowers more fair, and skies more clear
        Than those thou dost cling to so fondly here.

    Soul -
        Ah! yes, but to reach that home of light
        I must pass through the fearful vale of night;
        And my soul with alarm doth shuddering cry -
        O angel, I tell thee, I dare not die!

    Angel -
        Ah! mortal beloved, in that path untried
        Will I be, as ever, still at thy side,
        Through gloom to guide till, death's shadows passed,
        Thou nearest, unharmed, God's throne at last.

    Soul -
        Alas! too many close ties of love
        Around my wavering heart are wove!
        Fond, tender voices, press me to stay -
        Think'st thou from them I would pass away?
        Daily my mother, with anguish wild,
        Bends o'er the couch of her dying child,
        And one, nearer still, with silent tears,
        Betrays his anguish, his gloomy fears -
        Yes, even now, while to thee I speak,
        Are hot drops falling upon my cheek;
        Think you I'd break from so close a tie?
        No, my guardian angel, I cannot die!

    Angel -
        Poor child of earth! how closely clings
        Thy heart to earth and to earthly things!
        Wilt thou still revolt if I whisper low
        That thy Father in Heaven wills it so -
        Wills that with Him thou should'st henceforth dwell,
        To pray for those whom thou lovest so well,
        Till a time shall come when you'll meet again,
        To forget for ever life's grief and pain?

    Soul -
        Spirit, thy words have a potent power
        O'er my sinking heart in this awful hour,
        And thy soft-breathed hopes, with magic might.
        Have chased from my soul the shades of night.
        Console the dear ones I part from now,
        Who hang o'er my couch with pallid brow,
        Tell them we'll meet in yon shining sky -
        And, Saviour tender, now let me die!



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