Poems (Edwards)/Let me Dream of Heaven

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LET ME DREAM OF HEAVEN.
Ye guardians of the night! That round my bed-side stand,Ye shadowy throng that rise Up from the viewless land;O! tell me not of earth, Of joys that it has given,Tell, tell not of the past, But let me dream of Heaven.
Tell, tell me not of all The hopes that I have known,The hopes that long ago, Like blossoms round me shone;Tell, tell me not of joys That o'er life's sky were driven,Like snow-drops melting as they fell; But let me dream of Heaven.
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Ye spirits! tell me not Of friendship's fettering chain,Aye, know ye not how soon Its links are rent in twain;Know ye how soon alas! The heart-cords may be riven,O! tell me not of these, But let me dream of Heaven.
O! speak not of the things That bind me to this earth,Speak not to me of home, My own dear "home and hearth;"Tell not of all the friends That have to me been given,Away with these, and all such dreams, And let me dream of Heaven.
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