. The baptistery, or, The way of eternal life . s oer,Recounting all her store,That can be lessend and increasd no more. 0 fearful things do walk the night, 1 fain would hide me from their sight;The wind seems howling low beneath the trees, Then silent sinks the breeze,And nought I hear but sounds like distant would with terror deep mine eyelids close,From shades of other days in deaths dark vale, That come with many a tale,And break on stillness of that dread repose. 0 night, 0 stars, O blue profound,Which hedge my fancy round, When solemn AweDoth around her mantle draw,With a strange
. The baptistery, or, The way of eternal life . s oer,Recounting all her store,That can be lessend and increasd no more. 0 fearful things do walk the night, 1 fain would hide me from their sight;The wind seems howling low beneath the trees, Then silent sinks the breeze,And nought I hear but sounds like distant would with terror deep mine eyelids close,From shades of other days in deaths dark vale, That come with many a tale,And break on stillness of that dread repose. 0 night, 0 stars, O blue profound,Which hedge my fancy round, When solemn AweDoth around her mantle draw,With a strange unearthly dress,As in dreams,Visiting with starlike gleams Of everlastingness;When I would think of that dread cell,Peopled with the invisible ! 1 70 THE VOICES OF THE DEAD. But awful night is terrible,And seems to speak the gates of Hell,Where ghosts of my past sins may , in the rock with Thee let me abide,Nay, in Thyself, the Rock, my spirit liide,No phantom of past guilt that soul shall stirWhich finds in Thee her sepulchre.
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