When, borne from earth for evermore,
Our souls in sacred joy unite,
At God’s almighty throne adore,
And bathe in beams of endless light!”
Although the extracts from the works of this gifted being have been so extensive, we cannot forbear giving some portions of a piece written about the same period, and entitled—
“AN APPEAL FOR THE BLIND.
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“Launched forth on life’s uncertain path,
Its best and brightest gift denied,
No power to pluck its fragrant flowers,