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 O'er the calm spirit silently there steals Some effluence celestial, that inbreathed, As from the throne of God, a baptism seems Of love divine, before the mortal strife, The waiting soul from ties of earth to free, And heavenward lure her towards her coming bliss.

'Tis in this hallowed time that Edward now And Mary, side by side, like ripened sheaves With yellow grain rich laden, bide the hour When the great Husbandman with faithful care Shall bring them to his garner. Ella's hand, With love's instinctive gentleness, delights To bear for them each burden, and each day Some pleasure new to bring. The furrowed brow, Soothed by her touch, seems ever half to lose Its look of weariness; and at her voice, Whose tones are cheering as the morning lark's, The languid eye grows brighter; and the ear Tires not that listens to her pleasing talk, Or readings, that beguile the loitering hours;