Poems (Eliza Gabriella Lewis)/Can the voice die

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

CAN THE VOICE DIE?
A vision came in the starry night,  When I in slumber lay—The slumber free from earthly blight  When the soul hath purer sway.
On the verge of the spirit world I stood  'Mid the holy and the pure; Around me, light in a living flood,  Whose blaze I could scarce endure.
I saw the bright form of seraphim,  As I knelt with the forgiven,And sang the ever-enduring hymn— The praise of the God of heaven.
Yet my spirit was sad: alone, alone,  I seemed in that happy sphere; I pined for a lost familiar tone— A voice that on earth was dear.
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Hark! a new gush of melody!  Oh! glorious, glorious strain! That voice—it rose cheerly and joyfully,  Welcoming me again.

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