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A DREAM OF TUE OBIE NT.
With s splondld Eastern brido Like «houri at my side.
Anil muslo round OB ?welling' ; 'Mid odours of so rare a stoam
That anembodied souls thoy »oom. Swell I, through a radiant dream;
In un Orient dwelling.
Tn the pleasure oourt we Ile
Near s fountain flashing high,
On a gorgeous pillow ;
Tho ooluran'd waters mount tha air, To hang in bright cascadenoe there, Like tho sprays, ornato and raro,
Of a crystal willow.
And fair faces, darkly bright.
Like the countenance of Night
In hor starry glory ;
All ministrant, around us throng,
And breatho their beauty into song, Orin tonos, as rich, prolong
Somo wild rich-wordod story.
Till through many voices, on« Like a gush of gold doth run :
"why should kindred sevor? Oar life ia a perpetual foast
Of being, from ull care roleasod, Bunny souls ore for Ibo East
Swoll with us for ever J"