To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.
4 Then shall, on faith’s sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise
To those bright scenes where pleasures spring,
Immortal to the skies.
Mrs. Steele.
1129
C. M.
To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.
4 Then shall, on faith’s sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise
To those bright scenes where pleasures spring,
Immortal to the skies.
Mrs. Steele.
C. M.