Maxioms by Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of read more
What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?--
They sought a faith's pure shrine!
I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o'er the mountain with light and song:
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I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o'er the mountain with light and song:
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
There shall be no more snow
No weary noontide heat,
So we lift our trusting eyes
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There shall be no more snow
No weary noontide heat,
So we lift our trusting eyes
From the hills our Fathers trod:
To the quiet of the skies:
To the Sabbath of our God.
We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.
We pine for kindred natures
To mingle with our own.
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows,
And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows,
And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
