Would welcome thee upward to sweeter employ.
Away then, dear friend, away with thy sadness,
The bright morning dawns with hope of true gladness;
And the one thou hast lov’d is not far away;
But is near thee to bless, by night and by day.
The following article was written by a spirit, with the hand of Mrs. Charlotte M. Cavan, of this city, who has kindly consented to its publication. The spirit designed to make her speak as she felt, and to represent her condition.
A VOICE FROM THE SPIRIT LAND.
I hear a voice, ’tis sweet withal—
Far sweeter than Æolian lyre;