I often float in the evening down to Bessie’s rock, and seldom fail to see in the twilight, The Vision. Nor does it now prove to be of the earth, earthly, as once it did—for I know that she is in Heaven.
SORROW.
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BY ALFRED B. STREET.
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I saw at sunrise, in the East, a cloud—
A form upon the sky; at first it seemed
Gloomy and threatening, but at length it beamed
Into a glow of tender light endowed