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    SONGS OF THE MONTHS,—No. 11, NOVEMBER.

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    twin-born feeling in the ho&rts of all who gazed upon it . And there is yet another day beyond—when art shall have fulfilled its mission ; when the whole world shall be one vast spectacle of moral , intellectual , and physical beauty ; when the forms that as yet live but in the far-sighted glimpse of the poet , shall he seen

    breathing in triumphant life ; when universal love shall have wrought out universal beauty—rbeauty glowing in a reality of existence , that shall make the noblest statue of the noblest sculptor seem cold and corpse-like , when compared with the power of warm life , when linked in glorious union with the divinity that dwells within us ! S . Y .

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    762 Songs of the Months .

    Songs Of The Months,—No. 11, November.

    SONGS OF THE MONTHS , —No . 11 , NOVEMBER .

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    Come to thy home , beloved ! The time for thy toil | s ending : I ' ve made thee a rest , come see , Where our last few flowers are bending A aweet farewelLta thee I ... ¦ Come to thy home , beloved .

    * * — r » Come to thy home , beloved ! The mi £ ts * tiiey « are thiek , jremembar * We ' ve no autumn ^* mellow *| in , It is dull and drear November , And thy way a darksome one . Come to thy home , beloved !

    Come to thy home , Beloved ! There ' s an eye that longs to meet thee ; And the-lire is blazing clear , And O t - such a heart to greet thee . Will that not tempt tiiee here ? Come to thy home , beloved !

    Come to thy home , beloved i ; Come ! how the vapour thickens . , Will this watching ne'er be past ? There ' s a footstep . —^ Hark ! it quickens , Ah ! thou art Jiere at last— * Here , " at thy home , beloved ! s . r .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1834, page 762, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2639/page/14/