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MY SPIRIT-HOME, by                    
First Line: I come, I come from my spirit-home
Last Line: In the freedom and peace of god.
Alternate Author Name(s): Doten, Lizzie
Subject(s): Hallucinations & Illusions; Sickness; Spirituality; Illness


I COME, I come from my spirit-home,
Like a bird in the early spring,
To the loved ones here, whom my heart holds dear,
A message of love to bring.
O, the heavens are wide, but they cannot divide
The spirits whom love makes free!
The green old earth, and the land of my birth,
With its homes, are still dear to me.

The phantoms of pain in my burning brain
Have fled from the Heaven's clear light;
I lie no more on the lake's lone shore,
In the fever dreams of night.
O, it was not late when I fled from fate,
And that which the world calls sin;
No longer "I wait at the golden gate,"
For the angels have let me in.

O, not too soon, though at life's high noon,
Was the close of my earthly day;
As the roses fade, ere the evening shade,
I passed from the earth away.
And I knew not the blight of the bitter night,
Which withers the autumn flowers,
Or the lengthening years, with their weight of fears,
That burden the spirit's powers.

In the forest wide, by the lake's green side,
The angels had whispered low;
From "over the sea" they had called to me,
And I knew that I soon must go;
But I felt no fear when I knew they were near,
Nor shrank from the narrow way,
For I caught faint gleams of the crystal streams,
And the light of the heavenly day.

O! the angels bright, with their robes of light,
The clasp of each gentle hand,
And the eyes that smiled on earth's weary child,
As I entered the better land!
But words are weak when the soul would speak
Of the angel-home above;
Faint visions alone are to man made known,
Of that dwelling of light and love.

My home is there, in that world so fair,
But the space is not deep or wide
Which lies between this earthly scene
And the home on the other side.
The thought of love, like a carrier dove,
Shall the heart's fond message bear,
And the angel bands, with their willing hands,
Shall answer each earnest prayer.

Fare ye well! farewell! My spirit can dwell
In the earthly form no more;
But whither I go, and the way, ye shall know,
To your home on the other shore.
Soon "over the sea" ye shall walk with me,
On the hills by the angels trod,
In the garments white, of the sons of light,
In the freedom and peace of God.





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