[Written for the Sentinel.]

HEAVEN HERE

When, upward turned our longing eyes,We pray that God be near,—E'en then, while soaring to the skies,Our God is pleading here.

While in pursuit of angels blest,Thought treads the heavenly track,Those angels gather in our breastAnd, smiling, call us back.

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