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 And melodies, as from the airy lips Of spirits all unseen, with mingled lyres Touched as by angel fingers, seem to fill The tranquil air. Ye cannot catch the strain, But well ye deem that lovingly it greets The gentle spirit of its clay disrobed. Bear—bear the cherub, angels, to His arms Who in his mortal years such lambs did fold Close on his heart with heavenly grace and smiles, And blessed and called them his, and said,—"Of such Heaven's holy kingdom shall for ever be." He hath its name already on his hands Engraven, and hath watched it as his own; And with a tenderness surpassing thine, O mother, He thine innocent will meet, Will soothe its fears and win its love with smiles Of sweetness so divine that it shall need No more e'en thy dear ministries, to fill The measure of its bliss to full content. What thou hadst thought to teach it, He will teach, Of wisdom, goodness, beauty, truth, and love;