E.J. Crego

 
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FAITH. 
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                'T WILL not be long. 
      The dewy morn will pass away 
      Before the scorching heat of day, 
The flowers will droop, birds cease their song; 
    The sun will seek the go1den west, 
    Behind the hills 't will sink to rest^__
      'T will not be long! 
 
              It is not far. 
    Beyond the Clouds that veil the skies, 
    Beyond the mists that dim Our eyes, 
Faith Sees a beauteous, gleaming star; ú 
    She hears the white-robed angel throng 
    Sweet strains of melody prolong^__
              No,'tis not far! 
(39)