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First Line: Ye have a land of mist and shade
Last Line: Sing ye that song to me.
Subject(s): Angels


"They heard a voice from Heaven, saying, Come up hither."

Ye have a land of mist and shade,
Where spectres roam at will,
Dense clouds your mountain cliffs pervade.
And damps your valleys chill;
But ne'er has midnight's wing of woe
Eclipsed our changeless ray;
"Come hither," if ye seek to know
The bliss of perfect day.

Doubt, like the bohan-upas, spreads
A blight where'er ye tread,
And Hope, a wailing mourner, sheds
The tear o'er harvests dead;
With us, no traitorous foe assails
When love her home would make;
In Heaven, the welcome never fails,
"Come," and that warmth partake.

Time revels 'mid your boasted joys,
Death dims your brighest rose,
And sin your bower of peace destroys --
Where will ye find repose?
Ye're wearied in your pilgrim-race,
Sharp thorns your path infest,
"Come hither," -- rise to our embrace,
And Christ shall give you rest.

'Twas thus, methought, at twilight hour
The angel's lay came down;
Like dews upon the drooping flower,
When droughts of summer frown;
How richly o'er the ambient air
Swelled out that music free!
Oh! -- when the pangs of death I bear,
Sing ye that song to me.





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