Author: C. F. Richardson

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  • IN: The Morning of Life: a Memoir of Miss A (1851) Book, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Heaven There is bliss, there is bliss, in the regions above, They have opened the gates of the sky; A spirit has soared to those mansions of love, And seeks for admittance on high; And friends long divided are hasting to meet In a land where no sorrow may come, And seraphs are eager a sister to greet, And to welcome the child to its home. There is bliss, there is bliss, at the foot of the throne; See the spirit, all purified; bend, And it beams with delight, since it gazes al On the face of a Father, a Friend! There it joins in the anthems forever that rise, Its folly and frailty forgiven; It is dead to the earth, and new-born to the skies: And this is the portion of Heaven!
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