Till they enter port together
At the quiet boatman’s call.
Raise the strain, oh, souls immortal,
In one chorus sweet and grand,
As ye gain the heavenly portal
Of fair Eden’s Morning Land!
Spirit Prince found that on certain occasions he could inspire his old friend Anderson with the poetic fire that thrilled and characterized his own being. The following poem is one that this intelligence delivered through the mediumship of that gentleman, and is introduced here to show the evident kinship of the production with some of those delivered through the mediumship of Miss Shelhamer:—
A FRIEND’S ADVICE.
Allow me, my friend, a friend’s privilege
To drop a few words in your ear: