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Noon Saturday Noon July 8th 1848

There is music in the woods, when at noontide hour
I seek the willows leafy leafy bower
When the birds are singing in notes so clar
Methinks an angels might listen to hear
Their gushing song of joy and glee
Of love and praise, great God, to thee.

When the breezes are sighing through the woodland bower
And the young leaves thrill, to its magic power
And quivering, trembling in the breeze
set low, sweet melody floats among the trees.
Thus the heart will thrill at a magic tone
From one whose spirit has touched our own.

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To .......... C
It is not oft we find a heart
That seems of our own the counterpart
That can by instant fuel our joys
And share [xxxxxx?] our woes
As if with thy mesmeric art
Nature had formed a clairvoyant heart
And back it from its kindred

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"Where rivers of pleasure flow over the bright plains
And the noontide of glory unceasingly reigns."
What a glorious prospect opens before the faithful
followers of Christ. What pure pleasure and lasting
happiness await them hereafter.