...hovering, trembles half afraid, Oh. Sister ! sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...thou not kneel beside my head, And, Sister ! sing tue song I love ? To young readers it might be useful to observe, that these verses in one place approach...

...was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. . When...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love. CUPID'S BOWER. [WRITTEN IN HER FIFTEENTH TEAR.] Am 1 in fairy land ? or tell me, pray, To what love-lighted...

...hovering, trembles, half afraid ; 0 sister, sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st...

...of gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And, hovering, trembles half afraid, 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love ? THE FEAR OF MADNESS. THERE is a something which I dread ; It is a dark, a fearful thing ; It steals...

...more, Whieh ne'er for mortal ear was made. i • r • • • . - J 1 i i. li. 'Twere almost saerilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes...breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shnuldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou tint kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song...

...gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And, hovering, trembles half afraid, 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love ? FRAGMENT.* THERE is a something which I dread, — It is a dark a fearful thing ; It steals along...

...trembles, half afraid, Oh sister, sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. "'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. " When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st...

...trembles, half afraid, Oh sister, sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. "'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. « When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st...

...trembles half afraid, Oh, sister ! sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes home by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed,...

...often be heard at the still hour of evening, breathing out her soul in prayer to her heavenly father. " "Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away." This fact is more worthy of consideration, since she had now received no religious instruction, and...