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fiesh from the fount of feeling. Perciual


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For the Columbian Fountain


THERE is A HEAVEN
By REV, NEWTON HEsToN.
There is heav'n," all Nature tells,
A place where fow'rs can never fade,
A place where ceaseless pleasure dwels.
A graveless clime--a fragrant glade
The vapors which ascend the sky;
The birds which upward gaily soar;
The gentle zephyr passing by;


And e'en the wild winds in their roar
The stars that pave the blue concave;
The orb Of day, the queen Of night;
The meteors which like pennants wave,
When shooting by in rapid flight;
These all united seem to say,


Look 10 another world than this
10 brighter scenes, far, far away,
Where sighs and tears are lost in bliss ~
The vapor as it upward flies,


The birds that carol thro' the air,
The fragrant zephyr as it sighs,
And wild winds coming from their lair:
With sun, and moon, and stars proclaim,
That heaven is some higher sphere,
Where brightest joys will never wane,
Nor sorrows bitterness be near!
WASHINGTON, 1916.