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374 MARY N. M'DONALD. When thy flowers perfume the air, And thy garlands wreath the bough, And my birth-place, even now, Seems an Eden bright and fair— How my spirit shrinks away From the darkness of the tomb, And I shudder at its gloom While so beautiful the day. Yet I know the skies are bright, In that land of love and light, Brighter, fairer than thine own, lovely June, No shadow dims the ray, No night obscures the day, But ever, ever reigneth, high eternal noon. A glimpse thou art of heaven Lovely June! Type of a purer clime Beyond the flight of time, Where the amaranth flowers are rife By the placid stream of life, For ever gently flowing, Where the beauty of the rose In that land of soft repose, Nor blight, nor fading knows, In immortal fragrance blowing. And my prayer is still to see, In thy blessed ministry, A transient gleam of regions that are all divinely fair; A foretaste of the bliss In a holier world than this, And a place beside the loved ones, who are safely gather'd there
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