To bear away from ills of clay
The deathless soul to heaven.
357.
C. M.
Jane Taylor.
The Unseen World.
1 There is a state unknown, unseen,
Where parted souls must be;
And but a step doth lie between
That world of souls and me.
To bear away from ills of clay
The deathless soul to heaven.
C. M.
Jane Taylor.
1 There is a state unknown, unseen,
Where parted souls must be;
And but a step doth lie between
That world of souls and me.