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CLAREMONT.
Continued.
Hark!
they
whis-per;
an-gels
say,
Sis
-
ter
spi-rit,
come
a
-
way.
Hark!
Hark!
Hark!
they
whisper;
an-gels
say,
Sis
-
ter
spi
-
rit
Hark!
Hark!
Hark!
they
whisper;
an-gels
say,
Sis-ter
spi-rit,
come
a-way;
Sis-ter
spi-rit
Hark!
Hark!
Hark!
they
whisper:
angels
say,
Sis-ter
Spi-rit,
come
a-way;
Sis
-
ter
spi
-
rit
Hark!
they
whisper;
an-gels
say,
Sis-ter
spi
-
rit,
come
away.
come
a-way;
What
is
this
ab-sorbs
me
quite-Steals
my
sen-ses,
shuts
my
sight;
Drowns
my
spi-rit,
draws
my
breath?
Tell
me,
my
soul,
can
come
a
-
way.
What
is
this
absorbs
me
quite-Steals
my
senses,
shuts
my
sight?
Drowns
my,
spi-rit,
draws
my
breath?
Tell
me,
my
soul,
can
come
a-way.
What
is
this
absorbs
me
quite-Steals
my
senses,
shuts
my
sight?
Drowns
my
spirit,
draws
my
breath
?
to
Adrian's
address,
which
is
as
follows:
When
on
my
sick
bed
I
languish,
Full
of
sorrow,
full
of
anguish,
Fainting,
gasping,
trembling,
crying,
Panting
groaning,
speechless,
dying;
Methinks
I
hear
some
gentle
spirit
say,
"Be
not
fearful,
come
away."
Pope
Alexander
combined
these
two
poems
with
words
of
divine
inspiration,
"Oh
Death,
Where
is
Thy
Sting?"
Oh
Grave,
Where
is
Thy
Victory?"
and
made
the
christian
hymn
out
of
"The
Old
Pagan,
Phylosipher's
Poem,"
and
it
has
been